Going by many names
dispersed between the seams.
Living on the sliding edge
gaining sustenance by any means.
Finding temporary shelter wherever possible.
Barking within is an emotional prison.
Managing each day with specific routines .
Adapts to changing conditions with a primordial instinct.
Must have s dense and heavy will to continue on.
Makeshift opportunities with limited resources.
Survivors of the night to see another day.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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- Category: Nature
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