I remember painting pictures made of sand of dust.nI put my faith in god because I was told to trust him.nsoon there was no one left to teach me another lesson nand they weren't there long enough to tell me how to ask questions. nnif there is really something else why does nothing ever change?nand even though I'm not an expert I think it's quite irritatingnhow this world is moving and nothing here is changing.nnyou were one of those who never had to deal with menand so you never did instead you raised a family.nmet a guy and married him, born and raised two kids, nnever left this hellhole, but spent your days wondering.nnshe said my body's not his temple before she hung herself. nno man of god will ever touch, own or exorcise me. nI'd rather marry the devil and live with him alone nthan to get along with this man and our bastard son nnit didn't hurt that much since I wasn't old enough nto understand she never loved me and she'd never come back.nso I stole money from old ladies and had a job or three.nnever left this hellhole but spent my days wondering.nnplaying by her feet while dad taught people manners,ntrying to forget her but i will still remember.nnoh there's a message on a cold hand. nit says there might be love in the heart of every man nbut there's also the chance that he's just looking for revengenand who are you to stop him? who are you to judge?nbecause when his day has come and he goes to where he came fromn someone will remember and send him to his place.