the problem
it's always money
not enough
or too much
always causes problems
some are shouting
some are crying
some are laughing at them
they say
when shared
things become more
the problem
money
it becomes less
always less
there is no such thing
like the perfect amount
it's either too big
or too small
nothing in between
no grey space to hide
can only be
black or white
people shouting
children crying
families torn apart
spending money
so easily
but it's a
fossile ressource
and day after day
it becomes less
'til it empties up
and there is nothing left
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poems of a broken girl
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote expressing my feelings Random stuff from my life Hope you like them <3 I will add some every now and then
