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celebration of her demise

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          how can i have memories of something that i wasn't aware of? the funeral was done quietly and secluded from the eyes of the public. and in the morning too.

          i assumed i'm in the public's category then.

          and he looked at me with teary eyes — a familiar concept of how our meets have been — only this time he was smiling. it was a sad smile of course, but it was a smile nonetheless. i brightened my light to give him the comfort that he needed.

          and he gave me a wave, an indicator of goodbyes, and thanks for all the sleepless nights i endured with him.

          he really didn't need to. 

         because my sole reason for existence is to live and to serve, even if i quite loathe the thought of it. but that is what we're all doing, ain't it? living life to our fullest, even though it's impossible to do so. there is and will be no 'fullest', but we lie to ourselves. 

          well then you creatures, grow up. find your purpose in life because life is short. and you won't realize it until you're dying and trying to grasp your last breaths. until death knocks on the door of your heart and tugs at your soul. until the last thing you'll hear is not a goodbye or happy wishes, it'll be

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