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Seeing life from the other end.
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The silence whispers through the air, a sunken face upon our ties. An empty cry rang through the maze, you feel teardrops on your grave.
-dedicated to my aunt Death; A dead man feels nothing, his loved ones felt everything.
woke up in the morning around 6.30am daddy drove us to the graveyard, its Aunt's 100 day death ann. stood there until around 12 plus, went to Uncle's house... daddy asked us to leave half way, Gran was bawling... he was in grieving pain too, the way back home was terrible... daddy sort of lost his temper, he's sad. the look in his eyes say so.
so here i am, blogging. im going out to buy winter wear later. but i think night time maybe will go back to pray...
its ironic isn't it? they say that Death is painful, but a dead person never feels the pain. instead, his love ones feel every inch of jabbing pain.
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