The voice of who?

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It feels like there is a child within that needs expression and I become their translator, their voice to the world.

They worry about ageing parents how as they see their generation pass away they fear they will be left behind that they may be the only one who remembers how it was. That they become historians rather than friends. Yet the unknown death also causes them to fear, to where do they go and who will welcome them on the other side.

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