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796
A slave speaks of her status. |
796 I am a number they say that I am not worthy of a name my purpose is service without them I am insignificant I am a slave and nothing more or so they say I do not agree. I used to have a name a life, a true purpose and I will have it again the day will come when I rise out of these caverns and walk through a sunlit field and on that day I will shout my name to the world but for now I let them call me by a number ...and whisper Adriane |