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i watch as worry fear the promise of incarceration skips across me and then settles into dad's wrinkly face. thirteen thousand dollars a sixty-two year old man who's worked his whole life for a family stuck with a bill by a cup of coffee with yellow teeth and diamond earrings on a leather couch thirteen thousand dollars people are always asking how much am i worth to you how much money would you give to be with me thirteen thousand dollars is the cost of one whole year that threw your entire life into shadow doubt complete and utter chaos fear despair thirteen thousand - - pieces of paper that we have put worth upon now decide your fate you will lose your house your family everything you own if you do not pay but let's be real you've lost it all before can once more hurt any less thirteen thousand ******* dollars in arrear fees this is how much one year of complete horror is worth and no, no one pays the ones who suffered we pay those that won... thirteen thousand dollars.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
i would pay $13,000 to see you...if i could. but i still have to pay, and i don't get to see you.
i watch as worry fear the promise of incarceration skips across me and then settles into dad's wrinkly face. thirteen thousand dollars a sixty-two year old man who's worked his whole life for a family stuck with a bill by a cup of coffee with yellow teeth and diamond earrings on a leather couch thirteen thousand dollars people are always asking how much am i worth to you how much money would you give to be with me thirteen thousand dollars is the cost of one whole year that threw your entire life into shadow doubt complete and utter chaos fear despair thirteen thousand - - pieces of paper that we have put worth upon now decide your fate you will lose your house your family everything you own if you do not pay but let's be real you've lost it all before can once more hurt any less thirteen thousand ******* dollars in arrear fees this is how much one year of complete horror is worth and no, no one pays the ones who suffered we pay those that won... thirteen thousand dollars.
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Redshift
F/American
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
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