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J Jaden Knight
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You like to think you were high born as your family was rich and posh your money and apparent status cloud your judgement You look down on those you think are below you because they are not of the same class your social position should mean nothing and yet you inflate it whenever you can Your grave and funeral may be more expensive but it does not mean that it was better when you pass on you'll meet the scythe man and he will show you the truth Your gold and jewels will mean nothing as you stand before him in death you're no different now to those you looked down on except you had more to lose So don't think that you are a better being because you have titles and prestige we may not be born on the same level but in death we are all equal

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