Money
Money is everywhere
Money can be in my pocket
In my hand
In my bank
What am i afraid of to hold my money???
Money is stolen
Hurtin the other person
Killing
Shooting
Murder
Suicide
and to think some of these things started with money
Hurtin inside to feel the pain that the homeless has none of it
Paint to be one of them
Homeless people are just like us
Me
You
Mom
Dad everyone
and to think this all started with Money.
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