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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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people are always complaining,

bitching, on how i never have money..

talking that shit behind my back,

making me look like the dummy.

all because i love to help others

knowing.. (i will help you, them and her too)

even as a person that doesnt have it like that, 

i will give my last to someone in need,

that is why i never have any money..

and when i do have, a situation pops up..

i will always choose anyone before me

(depending on the situation)

and maybe im wrong because in reality,

 i need to help me, but idk; thats just me.

 so if im not complaining

when im the one struggling and suffering with my decisions to help..

then why the fuck are you even complaining.

its not you runing in my shoes,

nor making that kind of sacrifice. 

 you would never know what its really like.

so the next time you compare anyone to me,

ask yourself..

if the people helping, DID'NT HAVE ANY MONEY

would they help you before they help their self?

there is people like that but its rare, thats a fact.

theres just nothin selfish about me.

 and in this life time, i hope everyone will remember me.




Submitted: November 03, 2021

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