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I wonder if other people see death like I do. I do not mean in a faux-macabre way, a sad tween way. Picking through the 3 isles of candies at Speedway, I sometimes catch a whiff of death and I don’t mean to, but I know that my eyes must fill with him & I wonder if the cashier sees anything, , Have you caught the glimmer of an adult-to-be coming to terms with the conflicting emotions around death, the desire, the fear, the terror after horror, the longing that subsides only with time
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
grim reaper at speedway
I wonder if other people see death like I do. I do not mean in a faux-macabre way, a sad tween way. Picking through the 3 isles of candies at Speedway, I sometimes catch a whiff of death and I don’t mean to, but I know that my eyes must fill with him & I wonder if the cashier sees anything, , Have you caught the glimmer of an adult-to-be coming to terms with the conflicting emotions around death, the desire, the fear, the terror after horror, the longing that subsides only with time
clementzobel
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
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