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Dec 2014
You put on your makeup, that takes 20 minutes of your time,
Then you chose an outfit, another 10 minutes of your life,
Then you are set and ready to leave, you lookin great,
Till you realize you have no money at all.
None.
Zero.
Nada.
I for one, would be enraged. I mean, why does money have to define whether or not I can go out and have some fun tonight. Why must my happiness be measured by how much money I have?
I can't even get a job. I'm in college, currently in winter break, which is only like what, 3 weeks? How can I get a job that will only last me 3 weeks?!
I could shovel snow maybe? But that's completely dependent on the weather, and some people aren't even nice about others shoveling for them.
I could sell my textbooks, but I should have thought about that before I left college and left all my textbooks there...

In the end, I have no options. And I most definitely will not ask my parents for money, because they have already given me enough.
So you know what I did tonight instead of going to a lovely salsa class with wonderful people, and great salsa music?
I wrote this ******* poem, or whatever you want to call it.
Emily M
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