College
I sit dreading the unknown.
Oh boy I think Im boned.
I have no money in the bank.
Now I think Im truly sank.
The FAFSA sees my families dough.
I wont get any though.
Paying for college on my own.
Cant even get a freaking loan.
Insurance will squeeze me dry.
At this point I'd rather die.
Oh wait who's that i see?
Is it he wholl set me free?
Here comes Mr. Debt.
Now im set.
Forever i'll owe this school.
But at least im not a fool.
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