Nothing But A Lie
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Last published Mon, Jan 19, 2015
For a few years a relative or a close friend has died, and its interesting that whyen the time happens everyone seems so sincere, saying their sorry, but what do they have to be sorry for? Sorry that I'm in this pain? Sorry that the pain will last no matter how small? Sorry that the hurt will never go away like you can never divide a number and get 0? To me that word "sorry" is fake.
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