Epitome of my soul
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Hate is something that we all deal with. When it happens within families, cultures, communities, it is not something that you can just live with. Slavery did not end when it was abolished. Women and children are still being enslaved all over the world and I don't feel it is correct to just pretend that it does not exist. It does. So I am writing about my experience as one.
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