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6/1/2020
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This country sucks.
It's such a mess.
It really hurts.
Those things he can't even address.
How can this happen?
How can we let it be?
Are we ever going to be free?
In the once great land of the troubled sea.
It really is a pity.
That we can't even keep our cities
From burning to the ground.
Looting and stealing everything they found.
When will it stop?
When will it end?
If we can't help it?
Why can't we all be friends?
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