BurgundyAshebrooke
Poverty kills me. I never payed much attention to the little things...slightly more food on the table then I want, slightly more toys than I know what to do with, little trips to the market each and every time I wanted new things to have. I don't have that anymore. I try to sleep at night, not knowing how I am supposed eat the next day, where I'm going to get my next meal.
Panda, she loves life. So full of energy. So vibrant. I am fearful of her future, when she realizes what life is.
But, I'd rather live in poverty for the rest of my life compared to the Hell I am stuck in now, and I only have until the Eighth Moon to free myself.
(Cover by Christina Otera)