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I found him late; beautiful voice, handsome face, every sound I ever wanted already sung. He seemed kind. Alive. Then I read the ending. So young. So long ago. And I just sat there, stupid, like it still mattered.
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Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
Posthumous
I found him late; beautiful voice, handsome face, every sound I ever wanted already sung. He seemed kind. Alive. Then I read the ending. So young. So long ago. And I just sat there, stupid, like it still mattered.
if you can guess who this is about you win a cookie
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Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
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