They took it all away from you.
They took the hope and faith and then they beat out the piety and sympathy. They made you the perfect machine. They made you hike for days in the hot and sunny desert with nothing but a half-filled water bottle and a full barrel rifle. You have slept in caves and open fields alike. You can't even remember the feel of a pillow beneath your head. You have scars, burns and slashes all over your face and body. These are the proof of your survival. They beat and trod, day and night, and then they did it all over again. They didn't have faces or names. But they were your teachers and they marked your skin with their lessons.
And boy, did you learn.
Finally they found that picture that you had hidden in the lining of your cap. The one you only brought out on your worst days behind the shield of night. They set it on fire right before your eyes. You watched your salvation burn to ashes. That was when you knew that you were never going back.
They took it all long ago but that was when you truly had nothing left.
(Loss)
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