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Dear Money, fuck you.
Since I could remember, we were giving mixed signals.
You are important and I need you.
But you are not everything and don’t bring happiness.
Wait… say that again?
I never learned to treat you right.
So, you never stayed.
When you were here you did me dirty.
Now I am in trouble, and I need you.
But you will not till I have cleaned up my act.
Slowly I am cleaning up my mistakes.
Slowly you are coming back to help.
But for how long will you stay?
When I clean up act and learn to keep you
Maybe you will stay.
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Jen Phillips
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