Breathe.

Wed, 10/19/2016 - 14:45 -- mnzuwah

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The money keeps me going

I can make it all and spend it all

I know it's only money paper but it's a rare paper

Paper only given to those who have earned it

And I've earned it

The smell

The feel

The look

That angelic green tint

I count it when I'm sad and it brings my mood up just a hint

Money is the root of evil and it motivates me

So what does that make me?

This poem is about: 
Me

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