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in the enda simple speck of dirtfloating in a maelstromof hatred, anger, sadness,of happiness, longing, and love. in the end,drowning under a million handswhose voices clamor for attention. And you wonder. someone who used to be lovedby family and friends,someone who drifted away so farinto a society who could hardly care,a voice that barely worked,alone.Continue reading “faceless”