One of my besties informed me about your death and asked if I would go with them to attend your funeral.
I hated you, but not enough to wish you dead—nor enough to feel happy or sad about your passing.
I empathize, for, after all, you were still a human being: a son, a sibling, a partner, and a dear friend to someone.
But that still isn't enough for me to attend your funeral. When my time comes, surely don't want someone attending my funeral as if were a loss in their life.
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Pages of Twenties
PoetryIt's similar to an expanding diary, continuously enriched with poems and brief pieces that delve into the author's encounters during her twenties.
