She didn’t recognize the girl staring back at her in the mirror. It was like she was looking at a stranger. A stranger in her own body. She was different. She just woke up one day and felt different. She didn’t like who she had become. It didn’t sit right with her. She felt consumed by her existence. Voices, echos, whispers all talked to her from every corner. More like shouted. Telling her all sorts of things. Contradicting things. Lies. Everyday she felt like a new person doing the same old things. The mirror mirrored all of her actions. But it also reflected them. She was exhausted. She felt like running until her problems didn’t chase her anymore. She yelled them away but they just yelled back louder. The faster she ran the faster they caught up with her. There was no escape. No where to hide. No one in her corner. It was her against this monster. And it was eating her up. So she let it.
I still can't believe it. Nobody can. Rastaman. That's what most people used to identify you as. But that's not all you were. You were a son, a homie, a student, a classmate, a brother, a friend and most importantly, you were kind and generous. You blended in wherever you went and it was easy to talk to you. Your calm and gentle aura could calm even the rowdiest of souls. Very clean always happy and didn't want to see anyone down. A good listener who always uplifted the people you met. Anyone could strike up a conversation with you and leave feeling a little bit lighter. Everyone liked you. And everyone feels this loss. When 2023 began, I never imagined something like this was in store for us. You were a friend of a friend when I first met you but then you became my friend almost immediately. I remember your phone calls needing my help to know where the venue of a certain class or exam was. Or when you needed a group for a class assignment. Back then I complained abou...
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