What Kind of Year is This?

I sat dumbfounded as I heard another case. It’s the 3rd one this year. Stage 4. Bone cancer. What kind of year is this? One left recently, another lives by the day and now this.

I stayed up late at night to read the birth chart of a lady. I needed some proof to prove the forth telling. I found it. But the feeling is not pleasant at all. It’s as if you know the final destination of a person but yet you are helpless.

So many cases of divorce and affairs. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and counting? I hope not. There’s no right or wrong. It’s always the fault of two but still…

It’s early in the morning. My specs dropped on the floor and broke. My world is blurred now.

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