worker's rights
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I am closer to a rickety, old machine than I am a human being. There is nothing about me that is natural. I am an unsalvageable hunk of rust and wires. To fulfill my assigned role is to fry my inner-workings.
My spirit was invaded today, my pride was conquered
The strongest, surest part of me crumbled to bits before him
And I could only back down,
Shy away,
Stare blankly like the thoughtless, emotionless being,