not my president

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Dear Mr. President,
I grew up being told you can achieve anything you want I grew up being told to love not hate I grew up being told that America is the land of the free
The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women nasty, and condeming those who do not love as he,   Start a fire burning brighter than the sun,
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