Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Purgatory.

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I didn't die every day without you. No, there is too much sweet finality that comes with death. There is too much blessed completion. Every day without you was dying without the satisfaction of death. It was the last breaths without the last breath.


2 comments:

  1. whoa...this is deep! (also my recent life in a nutshell)

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  2. <3333333333333

    my heart.
    this.
    omg.

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