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I sit here afraid, hoping the phone calls go away. "You owe us $750", pay right away they'll say. Emails, alerts, calls, and texts What's next? My rent is due, and I have no more financial aid, or money
Mother! Does the dark go with the lights? Can I mix the black and the whites? Do I use tide or gain? Does it matter ... I mean does it not clean my clothes the same?
Urban streets, bustling with life in bright afternoons, Become quiet and cool on cloudy days and early nights-- A barren wasteland without thrum of foot traffic And screams of emergency sirens.