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Nov 2014
He opens the door and the rooms fills with the smell of wine and whiskey
My mother cries and I lay there numb, we're both laying on the couch
It's dark and quiet
The girl I've been seeing for less than a month might be pregnant
There's people dying in Gaza
And
The 1% of the U.S. still controls the majority of the wealth
Oh glory glory glory
Written by
Lyan Cordova  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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