I wrote a poem last week, "regret". I wrote it in tears, or should I saw, through a haze of tears that dropped on my laptop. I don't even know how coherent I was.
I found out my cousin, whom I had grown up with, had committed suicide. There was no farewell/ suicide note. The cause was unknown. He jumped from the 20 something story of a HDB flat in Ang Mo Kio.
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i hope ur feeling better now *hugs*
take heed from past experiences and cherish the living and all that you have.
Take nothing for granted. =)
take care...
hope u're fine...
hope time will heal the feelings of ur relatives & family ... u take care too
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