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where chains and the bite of a whip once dug into our backs and our shoulders, backpacks now leave chafed ruts in their stead. taskmasters bid us to bake our own bread if we want to eat pass this exam if we want to keep our families we will be taken and beaten if we do not comply GPA: the silent torturer.
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
our deliverer is coming
where chains and the bite of a whip once dug into our backs and our shoulders, backpacks now leave chafed ruts in their stead. taskmasters bid us to bake our own bread if we want to eat pass this exam if we want to keep our families we will be taken and beaten if we do not comply GPA: the silent torturer.
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
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