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Nov 2015
Some things, my dear,
Are worth dying for.
Especially happiness.

And the prospect
Of not having one's happiness
Pried from one's weak, aging fingers.

Sometimes,
It's better to die young.
I think.
Watching your grandparent wait for death, wishing it on with each day, is perhaps one of the most heartbreaking things I've encountered in my life. I can't imagine, and I hope I don't ever have to find out how my grandmother feels.
Genevieve
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Genevieve
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