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This Penal Colony has been a nightmare for me since I first arrived here in 1845. For the past three years, I've had to endure the harsh conditions, brutal treatment from the guards and supervisors, and endless forced labor under the scorching sun. It's as if they're trying to break my spirit with every passing day. My only solace is thinking about my life back home in Africa before being kidnapped by slavers and brought here.
Despite all this, I've managed to survive so far due to my unyielding determination to keep my head held high even in the face of adversity. But it's getting harder each day to keep that spark within me from fading away completely. You see, every flogging is a cruel reminder that no matter how hard I try, I'll never be free again.
My body has been worn down by the endless labor and harsh weather conditions, but my spirit remains unbroken. Today was supposed to be another day of picking crops under the scorching sun until I'm deemed fit enough for yet another flogging. My wrists are still sore from being tied to a tree branch yesterday afternoon. As I stand here awaiting my next punishment, all I can think about is how long it will take before I can call myself free again.
The guard yells out orders as he approaches me with his whip in hand. I grit my teeth and prepare for the worst as the flogging begins. This time it's going to be even worse than
