Money For All But The Ones Who Need It
Money is here money is there money all around but in reality money is nowhere. My mom cant work my dad is hurt our once saved up money is now a pile of dirt. I thought we had it all but we have nothing and now all i ask for is a little help for something. One hundred is fine a thousand is great all i need is help and millons can relate. We all want money but few of us need it so choose the winners wisely so the stuggle we beat it.
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