eyes stinging with fears forcing themselves out from under skin / lips chapped and colorless / blood fresh on skin from the brawls for food / the ones victorious don't feel triumphant / because they had to kill another one to survive the day / hair tangled and thin / feet bruised and rough / this is what survival is / this is what it looks like to live without a home
- IT'S AN UPHILL BATTLE [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: SAFE PLACES ARE NO LONGER IN MEMORY - 7.29.16]
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