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November 9, 2016


I don’t have words

Maybe because i’m shocked beyond,

4 year cursed

With a host that “knows it all”.

Fair is fair and we know he won,

But only by the electoral one.

You know that thing?

The electoral college,

That causes so much tarnish.

The world might never be the same,

But we can’t say for sure.

However I’ll openly say,

That I wasn’t for her,

And I wasn’t for him;

Not by the slightest touch.

Will the next 4 years be tough?

Yeah, it’ll probably suck for many;

Give pride for some;

And change the minds of others,

But strive and strive we all.

There might be a day when freedom is for all.

There might be a day when a candidate represents us all.

There might be another day for us to strive for after all.

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