Dear Financial Aid
Dear Financial Aid,
Because of you I feel so betrayed.
Why are you making my life so hard?
When I told you my father’s cell has been locked and barred.
You said that I would be attending for free,
And then took the money away from me.
My funds you continue to reduce,
Unless I can prove to you my abuse.
I wish that this nightmare would end,
But the reality of withdrawal continues to impend.
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