Poem -

Aching breaths...

Lifes hard when you're broke.
Your heart aches when you're broke.
Your motivation sinks when you're broke.
Sometimes you can't breathe when you're broke.
It's difficult when you're broke.
Times are tough when you're broke.
You're lost when you delve deep into endless thoughts when you're broke.
It's not easy when you're broke.
Times are tough when you're broke.
You plan millions of different things when you're broke.
All it does it shatter many more dreams that dont cost much when you're broke.
You can only push away the thoughts for a while when you're broke.
Noone cares if you're broke.
The rich think they earned it all while you sit and think why you are so damn broke.
The rich just get richer by the moment while you just sink deeper and deeper and become even more broke.
Times are tough when you're broke.
Success feels too far when you're broke.
Ambitions ? They dont even exist when you're broke.
Giving up becomes a best friend when you're broke.
Hope becomes a useless thing when you're broke.
Dreams becomes an opportunity when you dream too hard till you snap out and realise you're broke.
Seconds fly past while you sit and consider life when you're broke.
Sometimes sleep help ease the blanket of misery that cover you when you're broke.
Many nights it skips past you and keep you awake with a twisted knot down your throat when you're broke.
Work becomes pointless, efforts results in failure and opportunities become wasted, covering you with a thicker blanket of disappointment when you're broke.
Times are tough when you're broke...

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