Money is tight: I think I might
Pay my bill.
Is it against his will to do what needs to be done?
To worry what tomorrow brings?
Hands supply needs...
To save for my tomorrow's forgetting his creed?
So I think I'll pay my bill.
I have enough; the future fills.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 5th, 2026 09:09
- Category: Unclassified
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