So when I saw death during the beginning of this term, I couldn't sleep for the next 2-3 days. Just didn't happen. On the 3rd day, I had a dream, which I later wrote down in the form of a poem. It helped me for the next few weeks and still helps me sometimes.
When i closed my eyes, an angel came to me,
never had she visited before,
she stroked my hair and said,
life is not what you think it is, rather it is, what you understand out of it,
death is not a sad end, rather is a memory of how you have lived,
so for you to know me and be with me,
remember the smile which was always there,
and cherish every moment to come,
for I will meet you on the other side where you and I will begin again.
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