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Quietness, damn quietness

Dear dead daddy
My missed mother

I share so many things
With so many people
With the world

About my sport achievements
Mountainbiking, surfing, duathlon, hikes
And more

Also

About really cool parties, raves and festivals
I go to

Bam!
In everyone’s face
Instagram, Facebook, Strava, Ello, YouTube 
And more

But the most important happenings
I can not share
With some of the most important persons
(That were)
In my life
(Once)

Because
You know...

Your youngest grandson 
Started gymnasium
And is performing so good
Plays the piano enthusiastically 
Is so motivated 
And so positive minded
You would be so proud
And happy for him

Your oldest grandson
Well,
He went to Rome with school
He is joining on an international student exchange program 
He decided he wants to study Sociology 
He is about to have his first job
He formed a rock band
He drinks alcohol, occasionally
He says the treatment for his eye disease is working
You would be so proud 
And happy for him

Bam!
In your face

Okay my gone parents
How do I sent these thoughts to you?

Any social media reaching the dead?
You?

Quietness....
Damn quietness!
I just sent these thoughts into the world
Again
Share, share, share
Like I always do

Hope it reaches you guys 
Hope you LIKE it

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(Please)

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