Greed feeds from money
It haunts us while we sleep
It's all we talk about
All we dream
Money corrupts the mind and soul
Turns a saint into a sinner
My mind once whole
Broken
Now I'm struggling to be thinner
Money is not all we need
What about love?
What about, family?
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~Violetxrose1235
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The Words Of A Rose
PoezjaA ll the words in my head unspoken P eople who don't know my song O ver the world now E ven in the north and south M ay my words find you B efore my time ends Y ou will know me M eet me in the shape of poetry E ventually this will be my lega...
