When someone we care about dies, it's easier to accept the loss because we can't do anything. But when they leave us by choice and continue to live their life, it's way harder, because we always feel like we could've prevented it all.
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I watched my best friend die I was just his friend In that room was his wife his mother his brother sisters brothers in law My grief was nothing compared to theirs I could accept never speaking to him again and not having him in my life if I knew he was still here and happy