Oh Yeah
I'm here.
I'm surrounded people who are struggling.
Just trying to pay for groceries.
Maybe a carwash or a haircut.
I watch as kids are being forced to not follow their dreams, because their familes simply don't have the means.
They are forced to work at grocerty stores, or as waitresses.
Instead of becoming that computer scientist or doctor they truly want to be.
They cry at night, wondering how to make ends meet.
How to be educated.
College is the dream, and it's like it's like it's being ripped out from underneath them.
Why, in this day in age, is college so unreachable?
Why is it so unrealistic?
Not all parents are feeding their children with silver spoons.
They are forced to work hard for what they want.
Yet they still can't get an education, simply because of the cost.
Good kids, this happens to.
I see it all the time.
I witness tears.
And then reality hits and i realize its me who is in trouble.
I'm the poor one.
Why is the world the way it is?
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