Economy

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It's bad

It's knows no mercy

It has no boundaries

It touches the people we now

Affecting them in ways unknown

Money matters in this world

People flaunt it while others

Are empty handed

It brings

Pain

Joy

Mixed together

Creating joyful hurt

A person just found a job

And not just two hours ago

A person lost one

It adds another painful burden

On my broken shoulders

I long to ease the pain

To take it on my own

Let it consume me

Allow the care free freedom to

Others that long for it

The world can blame me

And I will gladly take it

Even if I get weaker everyday

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