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What's there to say when your two best friends die a day apart? Greg died crossing the street, smacked by a minivan. Tibbs, from some strange brain quirk. I did C.P.R to no avail. They're both gone. They sailed away. Gone like the last spider of ***** Gone like the songs we sang together. Sometimes I still look for you two. I turn corners and I half expect to see one of you. So ******* alive one minute, so dead the next. Both of them fathers, friends, and men of valor. Iowa City is a ******** place without you. If there's a Brightside, it's a brutal winter and you don't have to suffer through it. I hope death is treating you warm and well. Your hell was here. Struggling for that drink; to be okay- to get that click, to carry on, one more grueling day. It's over now. You're gone. Gone like the last Dodo bird; gone like your impish smiles. Gone like the miles we trod with bags full of aluminum nickels. Words can't express the mess I am without the two of you. I know I'll see you again, out there beyond the purple horizon. #friendship #death
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
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What's there to say when your two best friends die a day apart? Greg died crossing the street, smacked by a minivan. Tibbs, from some strange brain quirk. I did C.P.R to no avail. They're both gone. They sailed away. Gone like the last spider of ***** Gone like the songs we sang together. Sometimes I still look for you two. I turn corners and I half expect to see one of you. So ******* alive one minute, so dead the next. Both of them fathers, friends, and men of valor. Iowa City is a ******** place without you. If there's a Brightside, it's a brutal winter and you don't have to suffer through it. I hope death is treating you warm and well. Your hell was here. Struggling for that drink; to be okay- to get that click, to carry on, one more grueling day. It's over now. You're gone. Gone like the last Dodo bird; gone like your impish smiles. Gone like the miles we trod with bags full of aluminum nickels. Words can't express the mess I am without the two of you. I know I'll see you again, out there beyond the purple horizon. #friendship #death
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59/M/Clear Lake
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
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