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Mar 2018
We live in a place with high taxes but low wages. Where people live in savaged places with no hope for the future and the look of despair on their faces

We live in a place with overpaid attorneys and under
With over capacitated jails, with vacancy open for kids who fail and have been failed by parents who didn’t reach them in time. As a result they’ve chosen a life of crime

We’re known as the land of the free, home of the brave, the place to be. However, we fail to mention the disparities that greet us at the door on a daily basis. Disguised as the sun, moon or fresh air. So we head out there thinking we can see the world crystal clear. This is a sign and we shouldn’t ignore it, because we can’t afford it. We’re losing souls at a rapid pace. Once they’re gone they can’t be replaced
Diangelo Tyler
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Diangelo Tyler  M/Hudson, WI
(M/Hudson, WI)   
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