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It’s strange how people bring flowers to your funeral, but never when you’re alive. And no— I’m not talking about the flowers, or death.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
The irony of doing good when it's too late
It’s strange how people bring flowers to your funeral, but never when you’re alive. And no— I’m not talking about the flowers, or death.
Some are just some without a thing for the living.
#love
#presence
#clarity
#peace
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FrostEvergarden
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
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