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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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