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A tender feeling, a place to remember  Plenty of nescient people nearby Small local shops owned by families of eight Indistinguishable back roads and ways out the state
We are trapped in a small town No resources or means A family struggling to get by Holding  on at the seams You want us to stay here We are trying to leave  You think we will miss it
Dear friend: As a person who wants success in such a small town Filled with gloom, praying I prosper and don’t reach my doom.
Broken heart Lonely soul Bored mind Hard to find A creative escape A mind's way to encapsulate A beloved place's flaws The creative cup's straw to better sample the iced tea
The fields glowed amber in the sunlight, and it never seemed to rain. black clouds never touched anyone in that town and their ears never heard the growls of thunder.
The only memory I havent yet blocked from my mind
    A HISTORY teacher was suspended
A small town is just that. A small town.
I grew up amongst the golden turfs and extensive rows of olive, Where songs of contentment and love were played, Where mothers and fathers cared for their young,
The effects of a past riddled with bullets; empty shells, empty lies, hit the pavement, resounding with the weight of all lies past. You can't tell me, with all of these wounds, parts of us didn't die.
They talk, they hide in fear of me. They fear that I will find their whisper, Seek their faults, shout no surrender, Until their gossip, dead and lonely, be And until then, I wait and see
I live in a place where talk is cheap. Three cents a rumor and scandal comes free. Daily dish for a penny, spilled beans are on sale. Discount subscriptions for The Juicy Detail. Tragedies, pregnancies at huge blow out prices!
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