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Music of Death by yunpeng
“It is a different kind of grief that I came to experience, for generally we grieve the dead, those taken from us by sickness, accidents, age, but what do you do when you know you will never talk to this person again, never know about the path their life will take, not know if they are well or not because they chose to tell you goodbye. How do you deal with the unspeakable pain in your heart of knowing they CHOSE this, this emptiness, this silence, this void that drowns your heart in anguish, that breaks your bones with pain? It is a different kind of grief, a knife so glacial and sharp it cuts down to the very core, a wound that can last a lifetime.”
— e.v.e. (A different kind of grief)
“But I’ll stare at the stars like you told me to, waiting patiently for any sign of you.”
— stargazing// 3.04am 24.1.17
“I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.”
— Alyson Noel, Evermore (The Immortals, #1)
“I’m starting to feel claustrophobic And I can’t remember If this great wall I built was to Keep something out or keep me in Is this my sanctuary or my prison Am I keeping out the monsters Or am I an animal in a cage With every passing moment The urge to climb my wall grows This will either be the first bold move In my path to liberation Or my last foolish one As I go to my own demise”
— The Wall: Part I