A trader I've known good late blew up. His coin is gone, every bit are his dreams. He doesn't know what he'll create amongst his life.
Why did he blow up? The profits he was making weren't enough. He needed to brand more, because he wanted to be more. He wasn't plenty every bit he was.
What killed his trading was an illusion: an icon of success that always receded beyond his grasp. Long fourth dimension readers The Doll Face Trader
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