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I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker. Tryna not Go to the hospital Cause my family will go under. Why do we work so hard to live, When living is already so much work. I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker My mom said to me, “I’m sorry baby, but you can’t be a kid anymore.” And she walked me through Our house’s red painted door I wish I had more time Before I began this side of my life I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker.
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
Teenage, minimum wage, American worker
I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker. Tryna not Go to the hospital Cause my family will go under. Why do we work so hard to live, When living is already so much work. I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker My mom said to me, “I’m sorry baby, but you can’t be a kid anymore.” And she walked me through Our house’s red painted door I wish I had more time Before I began this side of my life I’m a teenage, Minimum wage, American worker.
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
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