I owned a little store down town and had all that I needed to survive. What I was able to do was to work and get my money from those people whom bought from me. That was my life until the government came in and gave me a paper. The man told me to pay my dept in two days or I will have to give up my place and my small shop. I did so, and I had to leave the cheapest room up at the third floor of my apartment building. I wonder how I will survive. I wonder how I will be able to live on the streets with no money.
It was because of the government. They all want money, and I gave it to them. Happy now? My family is still in home land. I cannot pay to go back home.
I do not spend money on booze or movies. I have a wife, and she is one whom I love and respect. I do not waste my time on those like the government.
I want to go back to my shop. Now.
When will I be able to do so?
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~Feelings Purette~
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