The Hunger Doesn'T Help
I have a paper due on thursday
and i haven't started
Bills pile up like laundry
Specking of drity clothes, I'm wearing my last pair of underwear
and my heart hurts
not emotional, phsically,
like its about to cave in
been look for a job the last few weeks like christians have been look for Jesus
Not enough bus fare to get to class
My head is pounding
...and the hunger doesn't help.
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