She was 92.
She was 23.
One lived a full life.
The other had a long life to live.
Her body died before her soul was ready.
Her soul died before her body was ready.
One died wanting to live.
One lived hoping to die.
She died with people she loved.
She died all alone.
She left a legacy.
She left a note.
Her head rested on a pillow.
Her head rested on a rope.
Life is a gift.
Life is a curse.
I knew neither one.
Both were in my life by way of people I love.
May they both rest in peace.
3 comments:
We are all connected by many a strange thread.
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My sister worked with the young woman. My brother went to law school with her. They´re both crushed. I saw her once or twice but heard a lot about her trough my siblings. It´s very sad, really.
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