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Money calls me in and spits me out. It helps me live then lets me down. It takes the wheel, the tires squeal. It finds me here, should I disappear?
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
Money
Money calls me in and spits me out. It helps me live then lets me down. It takes the wheel, the tires squeal. It finds me here, should I disappear?
colette-williams
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
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