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Jul 2016
You're draining us

We're spent

This is the last time I swear it

Your siblings don't ask us for help

My siblings don't pay rent.

No matter how hard you work

And what bills you pay

Millennials were born behind the glory day.
I know I'm not the only one working two jobs and struggling to keep my head afloat. The only thing I can do is laugh at this point.
Siren Coast
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Siren Coast
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