Day 6 Oct. 1 2007
rork work work... busy busy busy.. *sigh* i wonder why i am a slave.... i wasnt born in a poor family.. but when my evil uncle took me bacause my parents dies, he sold me.. he said that i am a waste of space and he wanted more money........ i know how to read.... and write... i write my jornal secretly everyday... and when i am free, i will give it to who ever i like.....
i had a family.. i dont know where they are now.. and the only thing i have of them is my family treasure. the small one, cause they my uncle and master took the rest...
there is the war... and i wonder when it will end... i hope that people who says slavery is bad wins.... then i will be free...
ONE DAY.....
i was outside doing farm stuff and all of a sudden a lady came.. she said she would free me and kill me if i didnt come. i wanted to befree but i was scared. what it my master found me?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?? but i followed.. we went a long way.. and we finnally got there...
freedom.
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the problem with big dreams? they never get real *sigh*
the problem with big dreams? they never get real *sigh*