The Secrets of Your Death…

Your death became, a secret of some sorts, nobody EVER talks about it, it’s, as if, you’d never, existed on this planet…

The secrets of your death, was a well-kept one, and, we all knew, that you’d, passed on, it’s just, that NONE of us, was willing to say it aloud, to break the ice about it so to speak. The secrets of your death, it’s no secret at all, I mean, I’d attended your funeral, god knows how long ago, and yet, those around me, still acted, as though you are, still here, only that you’re N-O-T!

not my art…

The secrets of your death, it’d gotten, buried, underneath those, layers and layers of, compounded sorrows now, it’s now, too compressed, to get dug back up all over again, and, who KNOWS what sorts of bad feelings are, going to get brought back up to the surface, when we’d sat down, and discuss your death, as a whole family.

So yeah, your death became, a well-known, unspoken, and well-kept secret, and, it’s nobody’s fault that it’d become like this. It’s just, that we were, too, ill-equipped with losing you, that we chose, to NOT stare at the fact, that you DID die, by pretending that none of that ever happened!

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About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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