A Poem of our hardships

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I used to believe I was a strong, free spirit, but now I realize how small of a token I am in this nation. I will work until I die, making money for a government that doesn't care,
I am the advantage of my disadvantage when things fall apart and can never manage but rubbs off clearly as like a bad habit never to be spoken because its tragic .
   "Sugar Cane," so sweet!  Filthy, grimy feet.  Wounds pushed deep beneath the concrete!
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