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Many people think my grief over this terrible tragedy is ridiculous.
I get mocked at work for it and some people even think I am faking it.
I tried to explain how I feel to some of them the other day and it didnt work at all.
THier argument was basically that I couldn't possibly be as sad as I am making out because i didn't know him.
I try to explain that I did know him, through his music and he taught me so much about love and mutual respect.
I came back from lunch today to find a note calling me an "attention seeking ridiculous fat lesbian pikey" from a cowardly anonymous source.
I dont find that I have the words to explain my grief. I often just write poems for myself, like this one:
Tonight I cry again
Tears of a touched baby
Wrought by the smooth criminal injustice
Of a dead bad babyman.
Maybe
I just really wanna know
How your garden grows
I just want to flyyyyy.
I miss you my interfering love.
I get mocked at work for it and some people even think I am faking it.
I tried to explain how I feel to some of them the other day and it didnt work at all.
THier argument was basically that I couldn't possibly be as sad as I am making out because i didn't know him.
I try to explain that I did know him, through his music and he taught me so much about love and mutual respect.
I came back from lunch today to find a note calling me an "attention seeking ridiculous fat lesbian pikey" from a cowardly anonymous source.
I dont find that I have the words to explain my grief. I often just write poems for myself, like this one:
Tonight I cry again
Tears of a touched baby
Wrought by the smooth criminal injustice
Of a dead bad babyman.
Maybe
I just really wanna know
How your garden grows
I just want to flyyyyy.
I miss you my interfering love.