like a dog that gets caught in the middle of a traffic,running helter skelter, escaping each colission by a whisker,and lands up on the footpath at last, relieved to be alive,too happy to be breathing..and then realises it is on a new road ,a road it had never seen before,a strange new road.too afraid to trace back, it..it decides to take the new road ..until the next traffic comes.
i live..nay i just survive.
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Survival is nothing more than recovery.
:P
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