Nothing but one thing in life
Nature knows nothing of kind
Her cruelty wears no disguise
Do what you must just to survive
Mercy unknown
Foreign to most
Fleeting if granted at all
Breath in the lungs
Veins filled with blood
It's all that is granted for some
Comfort is nothing less than a privilege
No one is entitled to thrive
Survival is not a right
Dis-ease
Each day you open your eyes
It should only serve to remind you that survival is not a right
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