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Sep 2016
The long free road we walked,
chasing the dreams we so desperately sought,
was ripped out beneath our feet,
and replaced with labor...
just so we could eat.

Repeat after me,
"I am free."
With debt chained up to our knees.
We are slaves to the one percent,
when all we wanted was to be
free.
Sarah Savannah
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Sarah Savannah
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   Krusty Aranda and Doug Potter
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