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My back aches and feels so sore,
I can feel myself trembling to the core.
So many cuts, bruises, and slices,
my arms and legs can’t take another crisis.
I see others around me in the same condition,
like me, their faces have lost all happiness and ambition.
When was the last time I saw my family? I don’t know
I struggle to remember, how I miss them so.
One minute I was happily skipping from school to my home,
the next, my feet are covered with loam.
Day in and day out, I rise and I toil
my feet know the drill, as they drag on the ...