R.I.P...

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Image source- Lisa.
People who leave to the journey of heaven never return back. Returning back from there is impossible, god is cruel for sure. I wish R.I.P meant Return If Possible instead of Rest In Peace. Though this wish won’t ever be granted or fulfilled. This is life and it’s the game and cycle of our life.

Word Count- 55.

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day - In A Flash #5 .


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