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Aug 2018
I haven’t given up much
They kept telling me that my job was to be a student
I turned 16 and I worked in the local daycare
I brought my homework with me
I got 8 hours a week, if I was lucky

I am this old road that needs to be rebuilt
So I’m leaving behind the walls that I painted
I’m getting replaced with mechanical and systematic
They kept telling me to move to the city where I could get a real job
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
(18/F/Pennsylvania)   
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   rose, Angie Marcano and JAC
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