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I am the SCAR!

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I don’t hate anyone, no I am not an animal.

I didn’t love anyone. No, I am no saint either.

I am emotionally challenged. Some would call it a lack of emotion, but I would call it a lack of emotional support. I don’t want to hide behind any reasons. I am proud of myself and take full responsibility for my actions.

I have strong beliefs, yes. They come from a deep-rooted belief system that I was brought up in. I was told to love people, but when those people don’t deserve my love, I was told to move away. First few times I moved away from such people. But then I realized instead of moving from those people, let me move away from love itself.

No fire. No smoke.

No expectations. No disappointments.

A person I have much respect for stated that an eye for an eye makes the world blind. I like that. If someone takes one eye of mine, why shouldn’t I take one of theirs? Doesn’t that establish equilibrium? I like balance. I like equity. Everyone runs behind equality. That’s giving same things and same opportunities to all and believing we have made the world equal. But equity is what is needed now. Equity is giving what is needed for each person to make the right use of that opportunity.

I establish that world order back to balance and equity. That’s my purpose. I am a ghost, I am a shadow. No one knows me, no one pays me. I do it out of my own free will.

I relax my breath and calm my nerves. I lie down silently without a movement with my hands on the trigger of my rifle waiting for next assassination target.

 

Countless scars I carry. I am a scar myself!

Mystery of the Ancient Portal of Anuradhapura
The Weight of Silence

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