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Woke up this morning 65 cents in the bank You’d think I’d be learning To keep more in the tank One look in savings $2.65 hadn’t learned much yet And yet still these cravings Led me to store where I would go get All the things I didn’t need To fill this void inside of me Smoking way too much **** Never letting myself just be I’d finally learn A lesson that takes years To master, I’d look for what I yearn And I’d trust that I always have enough And over and over This trust has been proven true Here I am, taking care of her The little girl inside, something new And by the days end My bank account wasn’t looking As incredibly thin I was taken care of, again
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Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
An ode to capitalism and healing
Woke up this morning 65 cents in the bank You’d think I’d be learning To keep more in the tank One look in savings $2.65 hadn’t learned much yet And yet still these cravings Led me to store where I would go get All the things I didn’t need To fill this void inside of me Smoking way too much **** Never letting myself just be I’d finally learn A lesson that takes years To master, I’d look for what I yearn And I’d trust that I always have enough And over and over This trust has been proven true Here I am, taking care of her The little girl inside, something new And by the days end My bank account wasn’t looking As incredibly thin I was taken care of, again
makayla-shea
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Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
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