i want the money out of your pocket,
its not meant for you.
with your press on nails and high priced pumps.
dont you know that what you want cant be bought?
i want this place to be different,
where everyone is a person.
i dont want to be one who shuts the door.
i dont want to give money to those who will only ever want more.
i dont want that blood in my hands and bank account.
when did i get so hungry for things that could never fill me?
i dont want to survive and leave others behind.
joy cant be found alone.
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