It's been a few days since I ran out of food.
Who knew moving to the big city would cost so much.
I get the occasional drink of water, but I can't bring myself to care.
It's something at least.
Resorting to begging on the streets is something I never want to do.
I won't do it.
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Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
