It took me years to understand why you died. But now I do. I understand that it all got too much for you and that you lost all hope in living. I sometimes think of how much better I understand you now, despite you being gone. I always wondered why you never spoke, why you never smiled but now I see that you were too tired. Too tired of living and too tired of fighting. We weren't as close as we could have been but still I look up to you. Because out of them all, you're the only one who would understand this. And I hope that maybe you'd be proud of me for fighting even when you couldn't. Sleep well Uncle.
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In The Oceans Of Me
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