(1987-2008) reads the date on the tombstone of a person I used to know. Here lies a body of a person who was known as a friend, a brother, a son and to some an acquaintance. Today I buried my friend who lived a short life and knew me for a shorter while still. As the rain falls over his grave, I imagine what he would be feeling now. I know I feel a hollow void inside of me which I try to fill with old memories, tears and sobs. And I am failing to do so as I break down again and again. Rest in Peace my friend. (1987-2008). I still tremble how the bullet would have been like when he shot himself. Suicide is such a harsh word.
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um ok but you were supposed to write your own obituary
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