Death hasn’t touch him yet.
At Least death that matter to him.
Is that wrong?
To say he didn’t care?
But he didn’t really know his grandpa.
Or he didn’t know his older cousin who died.
Was he selfish for not crying?
Yes he was.
He felt bad for not caring enough to cry at there funeral.
He wonder if anyone would cry at his funeral.
He wonder if anyone would show to his funeral.
They would have to pay people to come.
But then who would pay the people to show up?
But then why must he think of death right now?
He was still young.
Still a kid.
Still free from worries.
Selfish bastard of a kid.
That what he was.
But then who wasn’t in this generation?
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