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The Country Of Pain.


America The Great? America The Beautiful? Where did that go? No happiness no more. Just pain. sadness. chaos. EVERYWHERE. Why Why Why?? Our country is on the verge. On the verge of crumbling apart. Where to go? What to do? Our beloved flag. Soaked in the country's tears of sadness. Do you hear them?? Do you hear the sobs. The cries. Oh the misery! Never a day of happiness. Never a day of love. No one to hear our cries. No one to look up to.. Unless.. Someone does something! Someone hears our voices. Makes a change. But we've heard it too many times. It's over.. Our country isnt a country anymore.
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