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They threw rocks at me today.   They smirk and snicker as I   walk among streets and alleys home.   do they not know what they  
It smells like coffee grounds, to keep us awake,  and I'll spend half an hour’s wage, to drink it and wait. But my apartment is too cold, and my mattress has bugs, and I'm stressed about money
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
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I got sued, How 'bout you? He was a nice fellow, if you like mellow, I can't believe it, He just had to deceive it,
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