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Created on: August 12, 2009
Michigan.
What happened?
There are no cars here.
There are no jobs here.
They're not coming back,
despite what you hear.
An abundance of crime.
Homicide and theft.
Can we live off that?
What do you plan to steal
from people that have nothing?
You can't escape
the all encompassing monster.
The creditors and the bank fees.
They'll take what you have,
as long as you're miserable.
Pack everything and leave.
Don't ever come back.
So when it's all gone
you're not left asking:
where did everything go?
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