America, Home of the Hopeless

I grew up in the 90’s. It was a joyous time. Often we went outside and played until the street light came on of course. Our friends would have sleep overs and we’d eat pizza. For the majority, people were safe and had some, and I used that term lightly, sense of security. I neverContinue reading “America, Home of the Hopeless”

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