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Face With No Name.

My mind is drenched in pure agony and misery. My heart wishes to flee and simply flee. To the point where I can no longer feel my legs anymore; to feel so numb to the point where all thoughts are silent. Simply leaving everything that I am behind, and running with no direction.

The thoughts of having my memory perish sound like a comforting lullaby to my ears. These endless questions my mind ask, receive no answers. At times I wish I was living a another life. It's not because I don't fancy my own life. It's the thought of dealing with different new faces in a different location. The idea of having a different face and another name. Now, that truly fascinates me.

~Yours truly,