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Jun 2015
No upward mobility
No American dream

No steady paycheck
No career

It was all just a big joke

Now just store food and water
And hope to make it through

There is no future
No future for Americans

The land will be judged

I see difficult times in the near future
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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