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May 24, 2014

 

 

Always fighting for survival

in a world of feral beasts.

Like wolves devouring crumbs

from inedible phantom feasts.

 

Just like age-old lemmings,

forward, blindingly they leap,

at speed, clear off the edge,

without first, a single peep.

 

Putting all their trust in others,

who they scarcely know.

All lonesome, helpless souls,

with raw emotions laid on show.

 

Forced on by sheer necessity;

heartache, the common trait.

They cling on to the faintest hope

each new horizon may create.

 

 

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