Death.
The worst thing.
The end of something.
The end of everything and everyone.
It's the saddest feeling when someone that is closed to you, dies.
I know a friend that experienced recently an awful incident with a relative. Not death, but something bad. Cancer.
She wants her mother to be better. She wants her to heal. But it's so hard. There are so many procedures that she have to endure and she's gone a long time from home for them. She loves her so much and she is trying to get used to her having cancer, but she can't. She is so hurt because of this aspect of her mother's life.
I really don't know what she would do without her. I don't know if she would be the same person without her. She would close herself in her and would not let anyone in. Maybe me, but that's it. I think I'm the only one knowing about this fact and I will be with her if the inevitable will come if it does. But I hope not. I don't wanna see my best friend suffering because of this death. I wish her the best and a lot of luck and health.
Death maybe the worst factor for depression. Worse than hate. Worse than anything else. But people, when we expect the least, they die of different causes. From illness, an accident or just because of the age.
Death give us a second chance in another world, where I suppose it's happiness and peace. Or I just hope so.
The end of all of the things that we knew and we experienced. The end of a chapter. The end of a story. The end of a book. The end of life.
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