Death is the inevitable end of Man. And most people have experienced the demise of a loved one at one time or the other. People respond to it differently.
For me, my weird mind begins to reason a lot of things. In the midst of the pain, I find myself scouring through their pictures, videos and write-ups (esp. on social media), searching for signs. Every word they ever said takes on a different meaning.
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The pictures and videos are the ones that mess with my mind the most. Dope pictures look gloomy. The pictures they’re not smiling look like they’re mourning. The ones were they’re smiling and laughing are the most pathetic. It’s as though they were enjoying the last days of their life.
As if they knew it would happen and were just saying goodbye.
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Death is a leveller indeed.
I don’t like thinking about the dead. Thoughts of the departed give me the creeps.
I’m someone who believes the dead are buried and life goes on.
The reverse is the case for me, I always wonder where they are, what they might be going through, if they are happy or sad and a whole bunch of other thoughts.
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