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Scavengers
They live in grand abandoned buildings, these are the ancestors of poor children. Chased away, in some cases killed and beaten by the rich folk and their paid for freedom keepers.
Hunted we are like rats or foxes made to hide behind thinly veiled boxes holding breath as to not breathe the gases so noxious.
I find myself living within this damp and cluttered house of sin, protecte...
Wednesday 2nd October 2024 10:55 pm
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