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The Grief

I will cry.

I will let my tears go away.

They will become stars and say:

"Hey, it is all going to be fine."

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Sometimes we meet people, sometimes they or us go away and sometimes our paths cross again.

Sometimes we forget someone and then remember again and we think "oh, I need to call him/her".

But one day someone stops existing and there is no number. You can't call and say: "Hey, it has been ages. I missed you."

Probably anyone who lost someone has a hole in the heart. The big dark hole.

I forbid myself to look into this hole and I don't. But...

Every year at the end of May this darkness comes by itself just as 25 years ago...

So this short illustrated story (art project) is for everyone who misses someone deeply.

I miss you dad.

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