Across the globe, 27 million men, women, and children live in some form of slavery. That is more people at this moment than in all the centuries of the Atlantic Slave Trade. Something must be done. This contest serves two purposes: Raising awareness about human trafficking and raising funds for the Not For Sale organization.
Open to all mediums. Deadline is March 10, 2010 @ 11:59pm PST.
Over 2 years worth of subs up for grabs!












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They've clipped my wings again, tore them apart and then, left me.
No use to fly away, to my yesterday, of freedom.
My eyes died back that day, seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them, pain is my only zen, of fun.
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They've clipped my wings again, tore them apart and then, left me.
No use to fly away, to my yesterday, of freedom.
My eyes died back that day, seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them, pain is my only zen, of fun.
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I'm happier than I look.
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They've clipped my wings again, tore them apart and then, left me.
No use to fly away, to my yesterday, of freedom.
My eyes died back that day, seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them, pain is my only zen, of fun.
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-walks past a shop full of loners- "ooo mummy can i have that one?" -points at you-
Mickey
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They've clipped my wings again, tore them apart and then, left me.
No use to fly away, to my yesterday, of freedom.
My eyes died back that day, seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them, pain is my only zen, of fun.
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-walks past a shop full of loners- "ooo mummy can i have that one?" -points at you-
Mickey
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