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When someone we
love dies, we mourn.
We cry, we hurt...
We latch onto
things that we normally wouldn't latch onto.
We wish things
had turned out differently.
We hate God and question
his reasoning. We turn
on people who only wish to
comfort us. We pull away
from reality, from life. And we hide
in our existance, a
shadow of
ourselves.
We clutch the remaining memory
of that loved one in our soul.
Too stubborn to let them free so
they can rest in peace.
We live out the rest of our
lives, in solitude.
We live out the rest of our lives,
in a pause of death. |
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