I am money
I am a number
To them I'm just a paycheck
I hurt so much yet it's only seen when I'm on the floor dying,
I am nothing more than what I can get them
If I have nothing left to give then I am worthless
When my happiness is sucked dry and I'm nothing but sad. I am tossed aside for better things
For I am nothing more then that
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Gloom
PoesíaA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
