How much reflecting can I really do? The number of people I have lost in my life to suicide is staggering. The number of strangers I’ve lost just the same. Sure, I never knew Chris Cornell, Prince, Kurt… any of them personally. But so what? They shared their deepest feelings with me. They bared their broken and bloody souls and I screamed back, cried back, roared back “I hear you. I get it. I feel the same way.”
But their pain was their pain and my pain is my pain. We never really know what someone is truly going through.
R.I.P.
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Very true and very well put. Reminds me of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, you don’t really know someone until you step into their skin and walk around in it.
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So true… and that is a wonderful book. Have a great day… thank you for commenting.
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