The silence of the night and its darkness that had emptied the sky off every shade of bright light was the only means to survival we knew. "On Your Own" was the invisible mantra we all pledged allegiance to, most of us can't even remember how we got here, as under the bridge and all its nefarious act stomached by everybody who found themselves here was all we could call a home.
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