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there were things we wouldn't do *neither for love nor for money* but what about when we have to chose *for love or for money?* **WAKE UP! IT'S FOUR A.M.! YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE! SMILE AT PEOPLE YOU ARE AN ADULT! AND YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y** i miss you i haven't seen you in weeks maybe months we grow up and it's no longer whole weekends spent at ease but phone calls snatched after work **** you adulthood *and we still play pretend call each other different names but these are different days and far worse growing pains* **WAKE UP! YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! PEOPLE WHO YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT TO IMPRESS!** **** this ******* life who demands we chose money over love.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
neither love nor money
there were things we wouldn't do *neither for love nor for money* but what about when we have to chose *for love or for money?* **WAKE UP! IT'S FOUR A.M.! YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE! SMILE AT PEOPLE YOU ARE AN ADULT! AND YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y** i miss you i haven't seen you in weeks maybe months we grow up and it's no longer whole weekends spent at ease but phone calls snatched after work **** you adulthood *and we still play pretend call each other different names but these are different days and far worse growing pains* **WAKE UP! YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! PEOPLE WHO YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT TO IMPRESS!** **** this ******* life who demands we chose money over love.
daily grind includes: explaining why you're college aged and not in college, remaking someone's coffee drink that costs more than i make in an hour and pushing aside a clawing sense of loneliness when you crawl into your twin sized bed at nine pm. stressed out by twenty one pilots was my jam when i was seventeen and now it's even more my jam at twenty. i just miss my friends copyright 4/6/18 by b. e. mccomb
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Apr 6, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
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