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Tonight, after having read the journal entries from the past week, I am emotionally exhausted, similar to the way I felt the day after my sister died. Reliving those last few days opened the floodgates of memories, both good and bad, of all that happened in that week. The tears are contemplating leaving me but are just giving me a tease right now. So, tonight, I take a break from my journal and the memories. This thing called death is not easy, it is quite difficult and like the elephant in the room, tonight, it shall not be discussed.