All I Wanted
I am sitting here, crying, not breathing
Because of a bill I hold in my hand.
It's not expensive to some, but to me
It threatens to end dreams and crush souls.
I've never liked math
I have no favorite numbers,
and when others ask why
I will point to this letter and go: Numbers are heartless
So, just because I was in pain
Just because I needed medicine
Because I sought out a doctor
I am now drowning in debt
Where are my dreams now?
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