Sun shines,
souls go back to their god.
And i grieve for the souls of people i'd never get the chance to meet.
Souls that parted,
alone and scared.
And I keep wondering how you do it.
Sleep.
Knowing a mother can't breathe,
because her heart hurts.
Because death does kill more than just the person it takes.
Maybe we weren't physically killed.
But we are being emotionally killed,
each passing minute of every passing day.
May we rest in peace.
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