Debt
What is this thing that nags your mind
And robs your hopes until you’re blind?
It owns you now. It owns you next.
It drains your soul until you’re vexed.
Your life becomes a money wreck
From sleepless nights filled full of frets.
It grows and grows until you scream,
"ENOUGH! ENOUGH! GIVE BACK MY DREAMS!”
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