Every day that breakes marks either the beginning or continuation of a struggle
A struggle to live, survive, to not get extinct? Each is a raveling battle
A battle not foreseen with the mind, but attributed towards the survival of the fittest.
The fittest overthrown by immense tragedy of the end in mind
Each one, each struggle, each battle, each heart, enslaved with maligned thoughts.
It's not a question of choice. Nobody chooses to be poor.
It's not a cause to remain enslaved to poverty... But the most little act of humanity, can "In The End," be sovereignty...
Each one, Save one...
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