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So much death. Twenty-two years of life and I have experienced, so much death. My heroes all died, as they will, when youthful ignorance turns to a bitter understanding on the reality of men. We are flawed. But it didn't stop there. No, year after year it seems, death reaches all too soon. A drug overdose, a car accident, a suicide. One by one, friends, family and enemies alike, all have passed. Some sought the grave, some simply stumbled upon it. It's all the same though, the dead slumber; the living carry on. Until they don't.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
Too Much Death (Drunken Ramblings XXXIX)
So much death. Twenty-two years of life and I have experienced, so much death. My heroes all died, as they will, when youthful ignorance turns to a bitter understanding on the reality of men. We are flawed. But it didn't stop there. No, year after year it seems, death reaches all too soon. A drug overdose, a car accident, a suicide. One by one, friends, family and enemies alike, all have passed. Some sought the grave, some simply stumbled upon it. It's all the same though, the dead slumber; the living carry on. Until they don't.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
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