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My fingers bleed. Back hurts. Breathe fumes. Never sleep. I can't be a mother. A child. The breadwinner. A human. I make 13 cents. Every hour. Everyday. For what? I'man exploit. A worker. Mental. Broken. I've been hit, Broken down, Touched. ***** They steal from me. My hope. Education. My life. I can't eat. I can't sleep. Get back to work. Or get lost.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
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My fingers bleed. Back hurts. Breathe fumes. Never sleep. I can't be a mother. A child. The breadwinner. A human. I make 13 cents. Every hour. Everyday. For what? I'man exploit. A worker. Mental. Broken. I've been hit, Broken down, Touched. ***** They steal from me. My hope. Education. My life. I can't eat. I can't sleep. Get back to work. Or get lost.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
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