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There comes a time in everybody's life which will change it forever. It is inescapable and you cannot hide from it. It will leave you scarred and hurting.
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There comes a time in everybody's life. A time of change. And once it comes, you are never quite the same again.
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There comes a time in everybody's life... when you have to say goodbye.
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It is inevitable, sooner or later, that it will happen. And when it does, you have one of two options. One option is no better than the other; it is how you use these options that matter. What are these two options?
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Inaction -
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Or action.
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Grief, when mixed with rage, is a funny thing. It can take over a person's life, force them to become obsessed with it. It can paralyze a person, cripple their ability to make decisions. It can drive them to do things they wouldn't normally do.
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Like attack a far more powerful enemy in a rage, no matter if the attack is suicidal.
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Death knows its own time.
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Death will not be foiled... in any of its plans.
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It will use any means necessary to see that its design is carried out. All of its designs.
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Death... is devious.
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Fate's games are strange. They are often surprising, always uncertain.
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Who lives...
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Who dies...
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All depends on a throw of the dice.
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With grief, comes exhaustion.
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With rage, comes the clarity of mind only achieved in the height of some powerful emotion.
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With pain, comes sorrow.
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With life, comes death...
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And with death, life.
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There comes a time in everybody's life...
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When you have to say goodbye....
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In one form or another.
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Be it in death, or in parting, it will hurt.
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But with pain comes a lesson.
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With a lesson comes hope.
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And with hope...
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Comes healing.
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I stand in the rain<br>
Head tilted upwards<br>
Eyes tightly shut.<br>
All around me people are running<br>
Huddled in their raincoats<br>
Hiding under their umbrellas<br>
To ward off the potentially harmful water.<br>
Afraid it would damage their designer clothing<br>
Or mess up their neatly kept hair<br>
Terrified of it would mar their carefully painted faces.<br>
But I allow the drops to beat against my skin<br>
Causing my makeup to run together.<br>
Giving the impression of discolored bruises<br>
Creating circles under my eyes.<br>
My mascara runs down my face<br>
Looking like black tears mixing with the clear ones.<br>
After several minutes of standing there<br>
My face is totally clean.<br>
The residue of my day, and the world around me<br>
Now just a memory.<br>
People look at me like I am crazy<br>
Standing there without my mask<br>
Not attempting to hide who I am<br>
Standing bare faced before the world.<br>
But I only smile<br>
Free of all bonds<br>
They can never know the invigorating feeling of having<br>
the rain run down their face<br>
Trapped in the image they must maintain.<br>
And as they wonder of the state of my sanity<br>
I can only pity them.<br>
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