Gone
The American dream for immigrants
They believe that they have a privaledge to be in America
When they dont know what they signed up for
People treat immigrants as if they were part time slaves
Immigrants is the catepillar in the jar
There stuck in a jar full of
Hatred
Regret
Struggle
Pain
And no oppurtunities
So eventually, that caterpillar is progressing and progressing
But they can't grow out of it
So that caterpillar gets tired and tired of trying to break free
Then slowly dies down
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