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His face in the mirror was not his face. It was clean and seemed out of place It's mouth too wide and its nose too small It was not his, no, not at all. But, the more he looked, the more he stared, he wondered why he should care; it's just a face made out of skin, a face does not even begin to define a person, that much was certain, so he left his face, by the bathroom curtain.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Who Needs a Face?
His face in the mirror was not his face. It was clean and seemed out of place It's mouth too wide and its nose too small It was not his, no, not at all. But, the more he looked, the more he stared, he wondered why he should care; it's just a face made out of skin, a face does not even begin to define a person, that much was certain, so he left his face, by the bathroom curtain.
erik-jon-jensen
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
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