college debt
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You stand over me and promise to never leave me, but that’s what I hate about you most. The dark purple, almost black ember that surrounds you makes you only that much more haunting.
At 7:30
Every morning,
In robotic voices,
We pledge our loyalty to our country.
Are our voices robotic
Because of repetition?
I'm not a real poet.
I 'm just a broke college student,
Looking for an easy way to get out of debt.
I'm not a real poet.
I just want to avoid taking out loans,
All I need is money,
I’m told everyday,
By teachers, parents, everyone,
Just what I need to pay,
To go to school, to get to eat,
Society tells us a contradicting slew...Stay in school, mind the blues...The window panes are dry-rotting,Whilst the bathroom hasn't been cleaned in days...The smell of marijuana echoes down the hallways...
