The rain falls gently on the skylight above my grandfathers hospital bed, the noises of the ICU buzz and beep all around me. I hold my grandfathers hand and whisper silent prayers to the angels i cannot see but know are present. The expression on his face is that of pain and anguish but yet i feel as though he is calm... he is ready. He has been
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you cant hide from your past
its going to catch up to you soon enough
the word is out there
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