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Apr 2016
Bank Balance
Your hollow cheeks,
mirror hollow cheques.
Don't. Worry. No. More.
When the envelope hits the floor.
Remember the bill,
promised it wouldn't ****.

But who said it wouldn't hurt.
Debt is a slow death.
#need #escape #hunger #money #greed #losing #debt
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
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