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I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of saying that I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of planning ******* candle light vigils. I'm sick of funerals, sick of grief, sick of the hole in my chest that keeps getting bigger. We are so young. How are so many of us already dead? Why is it that every few months, someone that I love leaves this Earth? It's not fair. I'm sick of saying it's not fair. I'm sick of "I wish i got to see you under better circumstances, but I missed you." I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of watching friends and parents and spouses and children cry. I'm sick of reminiscing on stories and looking at photos from lifetimes ago, when things were simple and we were happy. I'm sick of "they'll always be with you." I'm sick of "they live on through us." I wish they'd just live.
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Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 8:48 PM UTC
Sick
I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of saying that I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of planning ******* candle light vigils. I'm sick of funerals, sick of grief, sick of the hole in my chest that keeps getting bigger. We are so young. How are so many of us already dead? Why is it that every few months, someone that I love leaves this Earth? It's not fair. I'm sick of saying it's not fair. I'm sick of "I wish i got to see you under better circumstances, but I missed you." I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of watching friends and parents and spouses and children cry. I'm sick of reminiscing on stories and looking at photos from lifetimes ago, when things were simple and we were happy. I'm sick of "they'll always be with you." I'm sick of "they live on through us." I wish they'd just live.
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Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 8:48 PM UTC
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