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Kemper Corporation Turns the Tide on Profitability, but Challenges Loom Ahead https://csimarket.com/stocks/news.php?code=KMPR&date=2024-02-08085807&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Breaking 52 Week High, Kemper Corp (NYSE:KMPR) Finishes At $81.50

Breaking 52 Week High, Kemper Corp (NYSE:KMPR) Finishes At $81.50

Kemper Corp (NYSE:KMPR)

June 8th, 2018

Amidst rising markets Kemper Corp closed Monday up 1.24%, a $1.00 increase to close on $81.50. In addition it hit a new 52 week high of $82.53. The stock continues to trade well at 124% of its 52 week low of $36.35.

KMPR outperformed the rest of the Financials sector which went up 0.26% today.

Forecasts from 2 analysts suggest that Kemper Corp might…

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[jinramennoodlecuddle]

denouement

Sa totoo lang, iniisip ko padin siya. Araw-araw. Gabi-gabi. Naiisip ko siya. At oo, alam kong hindi niya na ako mahal. Siguro oo, mahal padin, pero hindi na sapat ang pagmamahal na yun para mapanatili ko siya sa buhay ko. At oo, Nasasaktan padin ako. Para padin akong gumigising araw-araw na kahit anong init ng tubig na gamitin ko pangtimpla ng kape ko e paghigop ko malamig padin ito. Ginawa niya akong pinakamasayang tao sa mundong ‘to e. At nang iwan niya naman ako, pinatay ako nun, di lang isa o dalawa o tatlo o kahit pa apat na beses, kung hindi sa hindi mabilang na mga pagkakataon. 

At, oo syempre. Mahal ko padin siya. Pagmamahal na pag inignite e kaya padin ibigay sa kanya ang lahat-lahat. Kaso baka hindi na e. Baka hindi ko na din kayanin. Dahil tulad niya, ubos na din ako. Kaya siguro nagpapakasaya nalang din ako ngayon. Siguro din ay hindi ko na kailangang ipaliwanag pa ang mga dahilan ko pero alam kong kung ano man ang mga nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon, isa lang din siguro ang pinakahihilingin niya para sakin... ang maging masaya ako. At oo, masaya ako. Masayang sapat para makayanan kong mabuhay ng isang buong araw. Masaya sa paligid ng mga taong nagmamahal sa akin. At sana masaya din siya. Yung totoong masaya, dahil simula’t sa pul, yun yung ginusto kong maramdaman niya.

At kung saan man kami dalhin ng pagkakataon. Sana di niya makalimutan yung klase ng pagmamahal na naipadama ko sa kanya kahit na kung sakali man ay may dumating na bagong pag-ibig sa aming dalawa, dahil ako? Habang buhay kong ibabaon sa puso ko yung mga magagandang ala-ala namin. Lahat ng nagawa niyang sakripisyo at pagpaparamdam ng pagmamahal. 

Napakaganda ng puso niya. At kung sakali mang ito na talaga ang huling pagkakataon... mahal na mahal ko siya, higit pa sa kahit sino o kahit ano.

[thefadingofyesterdaysdream]

Potential

I never had a taste for rebellion. From childhood the only word that wrapped itself through my thoughts like ivy crawling up the walls of my home was good. Say good. Be good. Do good. Good. Good. Good. Even before my thoughts dissolved from fairy tales into the oil they spill into oceans, I just had a sense that I could live only on commendation. Adoration. Congratulation. I was immediately embarking on a search for approval but I have never been good at finding things. It didn’t come easily. My childhood memories are one third wide eyed wonder and two thirds despaired disappointment. Praise was like oil in the river of my memories. It never really mixed well. Failures are made of sugar, the irony, I know, they just dissolve so quickly, becoming as integral as the water itself.

I found little talent while searching for acceptance. I was a volcano who never wanted to erupt, just looked to match the grace of the mountains surrounding. I didn’t understand., always felt different. But God did I try. It’s like I was born with a foreboding of the trouble I would cause and tried desperately to make up for it before it ever happened so maybe when they wanted to hate me they’d have the good so rooted in their memories of me that the bad would never have room to grow there.

But I never felt full. Never learned that people can’t feed on approval. Like a carnivore trying to live on an herbivores diet, it just got worse every year. I thought I was digging my way out but I’ve just been digging deeper and now I’m even emptier than when I started.

I’m not even a volcano, I’m just some losers clay model, built for one spectacular blowout. Built for the temporary in a world filled with people scrabbling to last the longest. Biding my time until the vinegar was poured and my sorrow overflowed. I drowned from the inside out, flooding out anyone who ever dared stand too close.

Some days I just sit spell bound by the wreckage I encompass, unsure of why I’m even trying to get back on my feet. I’ve spent my life never being able to meet my own standards even at the height of my possibilities. How can I reach when all of my potential was spent through just one chemical reaction? The compounds have broken down and I don’t think there’s anything left for me to make. What good is putting anything in to something that can no longer meet the minimum output.

But then I remember I have seen new life spring from forests that have been burnt to the very ground it used to tower over. I know people say this far too often but I think it’s because it needs to be said. Once you reach a certain point you can only go up. Even when you feel you’re falling through the earth, eventually down is up. The core of the earth may be hell but once you’ve fought through it, it’s only a little while before you’ll be upright on the other side, in a completely unfamiliar land ready to start again. You might be a little dizzy, but gravity will keep you from realizing everything has been turned upside down, I promise. It is the one thing I have found that has never failed.

It’s true I have never met my own expectations. But maybe I set them a little too high. You have to crawl before you can walk and I always just wanted to run. Maybe if I can learn to be patient. The wishes I planted the first time just weren’t strong enough, I was too zealous in my care, drowning them in the hope I had for what they could become. The soil just needed to rest. Time to become fertile again. I might feel my heart is too bare to keep me alive in this moment, but it is still going. And so much more can come. In time.

[thefadingofyesterdaysdream]

A House Is Not A Home, Love

But neither is a person

So when he calls, voice flowing

Through the phone like melted chocolate

Do not call him over

When he comes, slinking through the door

Ready to pour himself into you

Do not bring him close

Do not let him dig his way

Into your heart

Just because his own bed feels lonely

Because when you push to make room

Something is bound to break

A body is not built to house

Two people

You will never make yourself small enough

For him to fit the way he wants

So don't suffocate yourself doing it

I know he's looking at you with those eyes

And you have been taught you are here

To fix things

But push as you may

Some puzzle pieces just aren't built to fit that way

Remember the advice on planes, love

You need to make sure your own mask

Is secure first

[thefadingofyesterdaysdream]

For C

They call it first love for a reason. If it was your one and only they wouldn’t number it. When you’re fourteen and your whole world is your town and the back of your parents’ car, he seems like everything. You haven’t seen anyone more handsome, more funny, more sweet. You’ve never seen anything as cute as the way his lips curve into half a smile as he catches your eye and you can’t help but wonder how only half a smile could be so beautiful. Never heard anything stop your heartbeat the way his laugh can. Never felt anything as warm as his fingers holding yours. Yet. You haven’t seen it or heard it or felt it yet but you will.

When girls are taught to take care of things, boys are taught to break them. And as the toys in their hands become girls’ hearts there are some casualties. Do not let yourself be a casualty. Lift your eyes and look around. He’s a guppy and you’re a tropical wonder. You don’t even belong in the same pond. You’ll wonder why you ever thought you did.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I do not see that rule as absolute. There are exceptions. Sometimes with absence comes clarity and you know what they say about hindsight. Your town seems pretty big when you’ve never seen those city lights. Soon you’ll find that boy was just a town and you’re holding out for a city. You deserve a city. He can’t even hold a candle to your fire, you simply burn too bright for him to really see. Do not settle for him. Do not dull your flame so he can open his eyes. Just keep burning. Some day you will meet a boy who can match your heat and you will cause a wildfire together.

But do not wait. Do not sit at home waiting for the day the phone rings. Do the things you want. Do the things you deserve. Time waiting is time wasted and you are not one to waste. There will be other candles. You will see smoke and run to it. You will burn so brightly you burn to ashes and you will rise like a Phoenix and burn again. You will go places and see things that you never imagined. And that first love will not be forgotten. But he will fade. Fade like the colors of the sunset begin to bleed into night. Beautiful but distant, hazy.

Never fade the way he does. Your colors are too vibrant not to be seen from miles away.

[thefadingofyesterdaysdream]

My Heart Hurts

I know That’s no medical diagnosis But I can’t really explain the symptoms I’ve run out or words I have no more grand metaphors Or SAT vocabulary There is nothing left I have searched, pouring words From my fingertips Like if I can just find the Perfect words to fit my Infirmity, I can google myself an antidote But it just keeps asking if I meant Something else I feel like a slightly grown up Goldilocks Too hot and too cold And never, ever just right The bears came back too soon And they’re tearing me apart This is no child’s fairy tale The glass slipper broke No prince will wake me from this Nightmare There was no apple but the Poison’s spreading My heart hurts But I’m still Terribly Awake

[thefadingofyesterdaysdream]

Few Things

Are the kind of sad That is hiding in A bathroom stall To cry Because you’re surrounded By people But you still feel All Alone