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Hands that give, receive.

I am the provider. I will keep giving. With my sweat, blood and flesh. And when it ceases, with my soul. For I am the provider.

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Published: Nov 18, 2011
LinesWords: 1126

Notes: Written on 9th October, 2011.
The curse of the working class.
Or rather the feeding class.

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