Another morning after..

...a crazy night before.

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I'm fucking tired of the Grim Reaper
angry wolf
I'm getting fucking tired of people dying. That sounds a little stupid, doesn't it? Maybe a even a little offensive. I really am though. I don't know how many more funerals I can go to before I lose it. There were two on Thursday, I went to the Marine's funeral over the uncle I never met. Mom didn't and doesn't understand why. This eighty three year old man never bothered to know us, I don't think that was disrespectful of me. That young kid in that casket saved my life more times than I can count. That's where I went. Sunday was no better, another boy that was too young to die, it chokes me up. The second died on American soil, never woke up, I don't know if that was better for his mom or not. I lived in my dress blues this weekend. There's another funeral today, not one of mine, family. A great-aunt. Another suit, tie on this tie again. I have been completely sober since Wednesday and I don't care. I'm numb, feeling nothing, and that's dangerous. I don't really care about that anyway, that might be the problem.
I have Mondays.


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