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The price of survival

Nziza Kelly
The city feels colder when the pocket is empty, while wealth makes even winter feel warm.
Sometimes the price of your perfume is another man's meal for a week.

Empty pockets can depress a man with a mountain of plans but no first step.
One meal cannot make a man secure; it only teaches him to hunger for the 
next.

Those who kneel may one day lead, but genius means little when no one follows.

And remember where you stand— for every place has a substitute.

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