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Just Survival
I moved across the wasteland,
With no hope of leaving,
In a deserted land I was,
Just fighting till my last breath.

There was no hope of living,
Since the atmosphere had the aura of death,
In a dirsty place I was,
Skeletons of every creature looking.

I searched for food and water,
Day and Night I moved,
Because it was now the rule of the jungle,
It was survival for the fittest.

I continued to strive,
With determination to keep moving,
Till my last breath and heartbeat,
Though all hopes have been lost.

© Bright Brain256