Money
Money doesn't buy you happiness.
No matter how much you make.
You will never be happy
No matter what.
You look down on the world cause
You think your better then everyone.
Who makes you Little then you make.
Cause you can afford
Whatever you want.
But money is just paper
And eventually fade away.
Material things only
Have value For short while.
Making memories last longer.
Then your paper money.
And all the things you can afford.
With your money.
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