I’ve survived all I’ve seen.
How many of these streets.
Nights and memories.
I’ve been paralyzed by thought.
Traps that I was caught.
Bleeding in the streets.
Many lessons I was taught.
I escaped unscathed.
My mind bathes in yesterdays.
All the different ways,
That I chose that I would play.
Cityscape playgrounds, money and indulgence.
Self destructive lust, my control was that of nothing.
How many others… survived the jungle traps.
I hope that you’ve all survived.
The things we grew attached.
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Source: Survival. – Nina