#203

For whatever you do,

You do not look the devil in the eyes.
You do not learn his language.
You do not seek to understand why he does what he does.
You do not get to understand why he, too, wishes to live.
You do not get to watch the tears fall from his eyes.

You do not need to know what he fears.
You do not need to know what he is afraid of losing.
You do not need to understand what he wishes for.
You do not need to know that he is, just like you—

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