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a work in progress...

He was born in a time when there was no anxiety. No one locked their doors, hardly anyone owned a car. It was considered an option and a priveledge to attend school.
He had lost his mother at an early age...he knew what real pain felt like. He was being prepared for many more painful moments to come, as are we all.
He used to go days without washing. He was a young boy trying to find his way, while losing it at the same time.