Death cuts you up and you can’t explain fucking why. Is it the way it came from nowhere, somewhere out there. The silence that’s not visible until you feel it then it wraps all in a visceral explosion of grief.

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Death cuts you up and you can’t explain fucking why. Is it the way it came from nowhere, somewhere out there. The silence that’s not visible until you feel it then it wraps all in a visceral explosion of grief.

Is it the way it came from nowhere, somewhere out there?

The silence that’s not visible until you feel it then it wraps all in a visceral explosion of grief.

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