Slave Girl! Come here!
So she does, quickly drawing near
There is a collar around her neck
But her body, many jewels bedeck
A dark being draws her close,
A wonderful prize, beautiful as a rose!
They tend to boast
About whose slave does the most
She's stuck tending to their whims
And her future seems so dim
Oh! If only someone could save her from this terrible fate!
This life that she has grown to hate!
One day, as she walks down the hall
She brings a hand to her neck, to find nothing at all
And she wonders, as she puts things away on a shelf
That maybe, all this time, she was just a slave to herself
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