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Alexbc101

  • Loss of love

    Vanished. Then the screams, the sobs deep beneath my throat they all vanished As I was reliving painful but perfect memories Able to steal my voice, my thoughts While i ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read


We do have funerals for the living. They're called birthday parties.
— Jill Biden (fictitiously), Hope Never Dies