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Thursday, March 18, 2010

I went to a random cemetery yesterday. Olive and i were walking around, looking at the grave stones. And then i realized where i was and my eyes began to well-up. I have no been to my grandmother, grandfather, cousin, or friends grave since any of them died. My friend being dead only like 2 weeks now and i completely avoided the funeral and such.

i was so moved just standing on that ground. i have always thought cemetaries were beautiful, misunderstood places.


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