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its a strange thing. when we hear about death. we are so removed from it. its really not that real. probably because we all don't feel. we are prevented to feel. or we all put up walls because we don't know who we are, or we are afraid of who we are.
but whos truly afraid afraid to feel and know that is not fake and gaudy?
who can truly mourn for something and have nothing to lose. we all need to be "composed" we all need to have it all together and those who do feel, those who do "lose it" are those who seek attention and sympathy.
perhaps if we all recieved sympathy in moderation, if we could all feel everyday and not feel ashamed of it. we could truly feel when there is a death. and we would all have compassion.
but whos truly afraid afraid to feel and know that is not fake and gaudy?
who can truly mourn for something and have nothing to lose. we all need to be "composed" we all need to have it all together and those who do feel, those who do "lose it" are those who seek attention and sympathy.
perhaps if we all recieved sympathy in moderation, if we could all feel everyday and not feel ashamed of it. we could truly feel when there is a death. and we would all have compassion.