Stranded
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The society doesn't care if we live or die. To them we are just numbers. Numbers that rate their worth. And my worth is not their concern. They will hunt us down, just to prove their worth. Kill us so that they can maintain their face, their status, their number.
But I wasn't born to die either. Even if it means running all my life, hiding beneath the shadows of their boast, lust and the good city facade. I'm ready. I'm ready to live my life. They can't take it away from me. At least not as long as, I'm alive.
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