I watched them slowly close my uncles casket with my aunt deeply sobbing in pain as the had her final look... i knew at that moment that nothing else matterd but love. when it all comes down to it, love.
shortly after as i was carrying him as a paul bearer it hit me, that life is too short.
life is too short for so many things that we put up with, so many things we instigate, so much unessisary stress and
and.
and.
turmoil.
over what? what gain? pride? or maybe, more appropriatly...the "put-down"
I’m tired of crying. and i’m so sick of people i know dying.
phyically, relationally, emotionally.
fights should be saved for something worth fighting for.
but, at the end of the day, i’m always told i’m wrong.
i could fight for love. i’ve just lost touch.
susejssimi - i swear i do.
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