What Is It To Be Alive?
Standing at the edge of the city, surrounded by the twisted buildings, grey from the ever-constant smog, suffocating the life out of remaining surviving trees, and watching helplessly at the sight of utter misery dwelling of poverty; Poverty has name, a cruel almost indescribable brand, the word that people dare not speak of, a word darkened by […]
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