Throwing ice cubs down my throat

Money sadly always plays a role in life. It leaves scratches around my chest with a knife. I see you having no more money while we all have five. I am paying attention, near you I'll always thrive. But I stop myself, I should never ever again arrive. ,,does someone have 20cents?", It's funny how everyone continues with their drive. I reach for my wallet, and take out 1€, the stitches I made to close heart quarter of stitches still overbleed my lovely bluse with flowers, how didn't I notice? Every step felt like the broken clock count them, s t t o p p i n g g g gg o n c e e e a w h i l EeE. My eyes roll forced on the side. ,,Oh, we have it already don't worry" Weird that now I liked the feeling of not helping, and ecountered the boy who asked: ,,Can I have the 20cents?", with a pleasent smile.