No one speaks my mind. I'm just going to pour it out in words, a means to relieve me of worries over the past few days. A thursday evening like every other at the college, I received calls of the death of my uncle turned father. A man with integrity, honesty, hardworking and gentle, someone I always wanted to emulate. What a sore it caused to my heart, I've never felt this bad before in my entire life as it still sounded as a dream within the first few minutes. I rushed home to meet our house full of masses, those who came to mourn his death - truly and falsely. Some even cried out their eyeballs pitying the family he left behind - a wife and four children all still in school. I was at a corner trying to sober but my lacrimals refuse me of tears. I have become wicked according to friends ever since I started dissecting cadaver at the anatomy lab. I have seen many patients died at the hospital emergencies with their relatives crying and mourning. Something I blame medic
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