Tragically I lost people who understands me over death, painful they had to experience pain or suffer more before they die, it's much harder I never had a chance to say my goodbyes, why the good have to be the ones to die young?
Sadness is waking up and realize you won't talk to someone, you adore and used to, not because of choice but of nature's circumstances, ready or not, tear apart by death, our loved one's have taken a nap no one ever wakeup from!
Whoever said death should be upon earth? there's no more coming back is what death could cause, sadly it's also my route to vaguely life, an eternal life I'd grant for the good, if I had authority over death!
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