happiness_in_a_pill : alis volat propris

so the funeral is over, and i cried so much [as to be expected]. it hurt so much seeing her name and her d.o.b and d.o.d. everyone loved my poem, i had like twenty people come up to me and shake my hand and give me hugs her father loved it too.

in response to why i hate december:

5 funerals over 10 years
1 botched operation

i’m exhausted. i’ll write again sometime soon.

i will put the poem in at a later time, the poem’s called "aris volat propris" which is latin for "she flies with her own wings".

-SImoN
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