Death. Death is everywhere. Hugging every soul that gets lost or unattended.
Then, silence. Dark. Coldness.
Hearts stop beating and souls become truly free.
Then comes grieve, an aching pain in the chest.
Sadness. Tears. Hurt.
Your heart becomes hollow and numb.
Suddenly, faith appears.
Loudness. Light. Warmth.
Hearts continue living but they will never be the same.
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
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