I’m more afraid of debt than I am of death
For some reason my parents don’t understand this
They say, “You just give up too quickly”
Que sera
Sera
Whatever will be
Will be
I used to believe this too
My life has told me otherwise
I can’t live the way I want with this crippling debt
It breaks my legs and crushes my wings
I have a feeling that I am meant to fly
But I’m crawling
Just getting by
Believe it or not
It’s not just about the money
It’s mostly about the time
I sold it for a salary
My life drains away hourly
As do the ideas in my head
That wouldn’t be a problem
If I was dead
About the Creator
Blargha blarg
I like to create things. I love to talk. I think that writing is a great way to relieve stress. Thank you for reading.
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