The dead do not weigh as much by their absence for the words unsaid and things are not done. The words that you know and not feel that you will not see their faces. Weighs the fear of the future, fear that can happen to you too. Weighs the guilt, why not you and why you could have done more. Weighing the awareness of a life destroyed and many lives must continue and continue. Weighing the inconsistency of the pain. Pesa the voice of a grandmother who is crying.
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