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Holy Onyx

     Thinking about the fact that I might die before my siblings, and that is just going to cause pain and suffering for them. Sometimes you would rather suffer for them, you would want to take their pain away. You could tell them “when I’m gone don’t cry over me, live your life. When I am gone, we will see each other again, I will be in your heart, I will be looking down on you.” But they will still mourn, they will still cry.

  • Author: Holy Onyx (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2023 23:02
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    very intimate and so true
    realising the pain of loss
    we would cause those close
    to us
    is a big anchor to our own life
    itself..
    (thanks for sharing)



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