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The Cost of Money

More money equals problems and it's easy to prove I went from living in a trailer to house that were huge but the wider the walls the more space to feel alone so I took these complicated feelings... that should have stayed at home and project it on others...something I never should have done The more I tried to hide it The more clear it became that the more I tried to fight it the faster i'd have to run. So the more you hide your problems the steeper the cliffs and then before you know it.. you've slipped into the abyss..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/9/2013 9:20:00 AM
Money, the necessary evil. Great write, Jess. :-)
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Date: 5/9/2013 8:00:00 AM
Perhaps this is why we can't take money with us when we depart this world. Life should never be so complicated. This was a good piece. Well done!
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