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Faceless

 Have you ever seen the face of a person who has lost everything? 

Perhaps, you haven't. 

And I pray you may never see it.

You know I tried. By God, I did my best. 

But we can't make them sane, we never will. 

With age, comes maturity, they say. 

With responsibility, comes maturity.

I don't agree with any of these notions. 

No one can do it except God. 

Sanity comes to whomever He wishes. 

Responsibility comes to whomever He wishes. 

And I am done. 

I have burnt all my desires to ashes. 

I have lost my soul.

And I have no desire to get it back. 

If you ever wish to see a person who's lost everything, 

Just meet me in the middle of nowhere. 


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