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This thought keeps embracing me whenever I think of you. You were not buried in the dirt; you were planted in the ground. It is true. For you see, since the day of your funeral, the recollection of you has filled our hearts and conversations. I perceive the majestic tree of memories that stands …
I swallow my tears. I smile with dead eyes. I am broken and hurt. I don’t know what to do or how to do it. My heart is so heavy and excruciatingly painful. I want to cry, but my eyes are dry clogged wells. Yet, I mourn and wail in my heart. The smile …
I hear your voice, but I can’t reach you. I see your smile, but I can’t touch you. I am frustrated, angry, and hurt. I want you back. I want you here. I want you near. But alas, you are now locked in the land of my memories. You seem close, yet you are …
Hello. I am Osiro.
I would like to simply share with you, my personal impressions.
Of the world without,the emotions they stir up within.
With my own words try to paint pictures of both.
Osiro Nyar Kepha
13170 les Pennes Mirabeau,