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in every mood, in any mood
Did you see what I saw? A matter full of experience..and experience never does you wrong
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Note: This topic is written in a form of a novel, but it discusses a life matter that is debatable.
Have you ever heard of people who died in agony? It is a phrase that comes out of our mouths involuntarily during feelings of deep sadness.
It is the pain of the heart and soul. The eyes cry and wail and the chest is overburdened with sadness. We die of agony and what a death!
Let me tell you of a true tell that is not fiction. It is a real life scene. It's a stabbing pain.
She was my friend, my love, my family. In other words, she lived in my heart and soul when tragedy fell on her. I was not there to stop it or save her when it happened. I cried and cried and still continue to cry for her. What is the use of tears now?
I have possessed a well of sadness for her tale.
It is not easy to live full of memory, sighs and regrets. IT is not easy to sleep and wake up with pain. You blame only yourself and no one cries butt you. Tragedy has fallen and what a tragedy! It was fateful and I cannot rebel against what God has written.
When tragedy fell, everyone told me that my wounds would heal but they haven't. On the contrary; My wounds haven't healed and I can still feel the claws of death into my aching heart.
When this crisis fell on me (and what a hard test it is), I said that I wish I was killed instead so that she can return to life. But she did not, and will not, return.
And I did not die but my heart has been burnt and in my body is an arrow of fire that penetrated my broken heart.
They told me that she did not die because she will stay immortal in our hearts. But how is that so when she was my heart. I tried to ease my pain and I made a grave for me next to hers, for it was my only path. My wounds bleed. I prayed for my heart and I left it imprisoned in the grave. No love for you after today, I cannot love you for I loved and still some people. In your memory, my precious...May God have mercy on your soul.