A Better Person

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There's so much pain... And history. In this place.

Today I sat with my new co-workers for dinner.

And they opened up.. about their ex-colleague.

The one that died 4 months ago.

He died suddenly.

Too sudden.

These past 2 days, everyone has been looking at me strange.

My colleagues. My patients.

Was it because I was new? - No.

It was because I resembled him.

Too much.

Eerily.

I've never felt so weird.

Patients were talking.

I learned a colleague cried today because she was still grieving.

Someone asked why.

She just pointed at me (I wasn't aware).

I feel fucking weird.

To be compared.. to a dead man.

He just got married. Finished his degree.

All these accomplishments.

He must've been a really good guy..

A better person.

And I'm afraid that I'm just.. 

I'm just me.

I'm not him.

And I can never fill his shoes.

Maybe.. I'm here for a reason.

And I'm still uncertain why.

Love, Eran.

Current Song Mood: Foreign Fields - A Better Person

My heart is still a pire
I need to put it out
But I am only water
Will you hand me down?
Just to tide me with love
I'll be a better person

My lungs are still on fire
I can't stop running out
My legs are never tired
I am just a portion
Of a once true bitter love
With a heart of a believer
Never a believer
Never a believer
Never a believer

Never a believer
Never a believer
Never a believer
Never a believer