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Adieu: GADO

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A broken heart they say heals with time, what they failed to mention was that every single occasion, misadventure or memory awakens that same fear and hurt.

The death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and sky scrappers are brought to eye level, life looks different, unimportant. Important events lose some of its glow, and suddenly you're the ghost, you see everything and everyone and yet no one See's you, you cry your heart out in a full packed train filled with loved up couples and stoned young people and no one hears your heart beat or the sound of your heart being torn in shreds. At that moment people's opinions are dead, God is invisible and life...life is for the living...for those that do not give a rat's ass about what you feel!

My cousin is dead and life...well life will go on, what if that wasn't the case? What if the world stops for a few seconds when someone dies, not for everyone of course, just for the people that cared for them-to mourn them. My life is full of regret, things i should have done, things i should've said, this i will carry for the rest of my life.

I dedicate this poem to how i feel, i dedicate this poem to pain and hatred and disappointment, i dedicate this poem to life:


Life is a bitch
Patience is a joke
Death is a coward

Living life is vain, Love hurts
Dance is grueling
Death is a bully

Luck is a myth
Courage is an illusion
Death is a fool

Life is short
Youth is fleeting
Death is that enemy I'll meet only but once.

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  1. Anonymous22:36

    sry to hear dat - my condolences-n hope ur family is ok
    ~Rx

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