Grief can put out the brightest lights...
Walking into what feels like your own funeral. People you don’t even remember are asking how you are, How can I be okay surrounded by sadness? You’re expected to be there, but all you feel is discomfort. What is the point of creating a gathering of pained people? Death is suffocating... Just the thought feels as if you’re drowning, Why do I have to be here to see the hurt you left behind? Attending a funeral is attending a festival of tears.
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