I see your faces as you left them. A never ending wall of never ending stories. Mysteries waiting for someone to care enough to solve them. The wall becomes a collage of sadness. A harsh reality that tragedy exists and evil surrounds us, even as we surround ourselves with products ready to buy. We pay for our pleasures and walk bag in hand past the wall again. Trying to ignore the overwhelming reality beside us. Trying to walk past the missing.




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