Living Underneath

This article is all about the pain I felt from a person whom I truly love and it's just so hard to think about the dying moments... Wishing and hoping it would still survive.
Letting go someone very truly special is like being cut by a knife, throwing myself into commotion, breaking me down not just to pieces, blood flashing, giving me much pain and mental anguish wishing all of these would come to an end.

But how could this end if I’m breathing? How could this possibly end if I’m still functional? I can’t just blot a thing out from my head permanently. If I could only bury myself into dungeon, I would. If that is the way to cease remembering, though dark and miserable, at least I wouldn’t be reminiscing the colorful times, at least I would forget those smiles, laughters and tears… if living underneath is the means of starting life anew of becoming strong, inflexible and unsympathetic, I would exile myself to dungeon rather than seeing the horizon without the existence of the people I truly love.
   By Germaine Marie Catague
Published: 5/5/2009
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