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Death Needs His Own Adjectives
Death needs his own adjectives. Your heart slams shut. Feelings you have never felt are here. Shaking you out of your boredom, Increasing anxiety one horrible thought at a time. Worst time ever you think. Each death brings its own pain, slamming people shut. He smashes you with unknown horror. Feelings you have never had before And will never have again clutch you by the never-befores. Each death brings you unfamiliar levels of sadness. You are instantly immobilized, frozen, paralyzed. Nothing brings you pleasure. It is as if your essence has stopped. You are a completely different person than you were. Then the neighbors come. And you hate them because their lives have gone on. And the relatives come, and everything they say is wrong. Everyone makes over you, embraces you, kisses you, hugs you. You have not had this many caresses since you were four. You are loved and did not know it. It is the rainbow after the storm, But you do not appreciate it for a long time Because life as you know it is over.
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