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My hands are trembling, my mouth is dry. My toes are numb, my stomach is churning. This feels like a dream. I look at you, a body missing its soul, an empty shell of a human. As the comforting cover of disbelief shatters, cold, paralyzing waves of realization wash over me. You’re gone.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Gone
My hands are trembling, my mouth is dry. My toes are numb, my stomach is churning. This feels like a dream. I look at you, a body missing its soul, an empty shell of a human. As the comforting cover of disbelief shatters, cold, paralyzing waves of realization wash over me. You’re gone.
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conor-madden
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
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