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Sep 2015
I come from middle class America
Where they worship worthless paper dollars
Where they never stop blabbing about the money

Once I get full time
I'll hoard my precious money
I'll save and save

No plans for a family
Every **** dollar
Mine Mine Mine

My Money!
I know it is a bit intense, but it comes from always being poor my whole life.
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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