The more you try to let it go,
The more you feel like they do owe.
When you stare at them with concerns,
The urge itches and burns.
Looking into friendly eyes,
Thinking how between you and them nothing lies.
Over and over the voice speaks for itself,
Stop bringing torture to yourself.
It is not a big deal,
You tell yourself with a squeal.
It is only a twenty dollar bill!
But with a shaking head and longing gaze,
I could have gotten Starbucks for days and days.
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