Consumed
The slums consume me,
darkness follows me. Tomorrow comes.
I search for the
escape route.
The slums consume me,
darkness follows me.
The sun has risen, my body has fallen.
I am but an ash on burnt ground
ready to dissolve into the backround.
The slums consume me,
darkness follows me.
A hand reaches, a hand cares.
A life changed.
Today has fallen
I have risen.
The slums don't define me,
darkness has left.
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