It's sad to say that I have no recollection of ever being "free". Oh I know I was free once, but that memory left my mind a long time ago. I believe that some had tried to pass me off as a slave since birth to not feel bad about my broken state of mind. Others I know don't even get a passing thought of my past and wellbeing. I cherish the small moments of grace and kindness. Because the world is cruel to its inhabitants, and those who know it, are cruel to the world.
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