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maybe i am so used to keeping an arm’s length between myself and others that death settles into the same role someone i know, but who keeps a distance both out of respect for my ways and for the times i have nearly met it face-to-face the lack of existing the lack of knowledge on the subject of course is frightening it is why we are all a little afraid of the dark, still, a little afraid of what is around the next corner death, however, i have known since i was a child it has been there at wakes at visitations at final goodbyes once the bodies have gone cold and once the parting words have been spoken every time it arrives it keeps a distance out of respect for my ways and for our familiarity it does not scare me for my own sake (i have known it since i was a child) (i have nearly met it face-to-face) (i believe it is gentler than we like to think) (despite the variety of ways it takes us) but with death always comes grief always comes mourning and that is the harder thing to meet.
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC
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maybe i am so used to keeping an arm’s length between myself and others that death settles into the same role someone i know, but who keeps a distance both out of respect for my ways and for the times i have nearly met it face-to-face the lack of existing the lack of knowledge on the subject of course is frightening it is why we are all a little afraid of the dark, still, a little afraid of what is around the next corner death, however, i have known since i was a child it has been there at wakes at visitations at final goodbyes once the bodies have gone cold and once the parting words have been spoken every time it arrives it keeps a distance out of respect for my ways and for our familiarity it does not scare me for my own sake (i have known it since i was a child) (i have nearly met it face-to-face) (i believe it is gentler than we like to think) (despite the variety of ways it takes us) but with death always comes grief always comes mourning and that is the harder thing to meet.
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27/Non-binary/Pennsylvania
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC
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