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Dec 2012
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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       ---, ---, NuurSeraph and SPT
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