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Feb 2016
Our actual presence here is mystery
And do we really want to know
Why we live, why we die ?
Is it really worth it ?

I'm confronted to death all the time
My work englobes taking care of pain
But I can't manage mine
And now, I'm the family of the dead.

What do say to someone who's now alone ?
Where do we go after we're dead ?
"Did he suffer, when he died ?" How do I know ?
And why do we really want to know ? What if it's yes ?

What is life ? What's the purpose of living?
Don't you wanna try, living a dead's life ?
What does he see now, where did he go ?
I just wish him to be in peace.
He died. That leaves me with a lots of questions. Sorry, the structure is messy, just as my mind right now.
AndSoOn
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AndSoOn  27/Switzerland
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