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Can slavery ever make me free

Can an indentured servant 
Ever be released from the beast
That engulfs the soul
Paying daily tools
Not even the sun can pass through my skin
Without feeling like it was sold
We reap what they sowed
Can’t weep it’s all old
Anatomy
And that would be
What we battling
Denial of self to lose and gain sanity

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