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No Greater Tragedy

A father, a son, a mother, a daughter, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters and brothers, also the close friends deeply loved like none other. A greater horrible tragedy I could never conceive, than to have death take any one of my loved ones away from me. I don't move on very well with this sort of loss apparently. For an entire lifetime, every moment they continue to haunt me, a constant reminder of how much I miss them terribly. I am truly a chronically depressed miserable SOB, I just put on an impressive show that I'm not, for the benefit of everybody. "Misery Loves Company," I have never believed. I am what I am but that doesn't mean, that I should cause they who may surround me, to feel how I feel and that is what will happen exactly, if I ever openly displayed my true self for all to see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/2/2016 11:41:00 AM
We grieve for the words left unsaid and the deeds left undone. You must learn and make sure it doesn't happen again. You are not alone!
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