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sometimes someone dies by lunchplate, literature

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sometimes someone dies

and youre not ready and you havent sat down yet but your roommates holding your hand and shes crying so sit down you must and his mothers trying to comfort you but then your heads pointed at the grooves in the wood flooring which was just installed this summer actually and youre looking through them for an answer of what you could have done differently and youre looking and looking and looking and just when you thought there was nothing his father reminds you theres some things and you think, if there was, why didnt you? sometimes someone dies and its still the day of, and youve told your closest. but you just you just dont know how to tel

Pallor by saartha, literature

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Pallor

I cried myself sane and then moved on. How strange, that a man can split open like a rotten peach and find, at last, nothingness. How strange to realize: only then can sunlight enter his veins. Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed but everything is different. I spend an hour pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin whitening as blood retreats. There is no regret, no fear. Only a man who whitens against his final four walls, the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief. Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.

Recipe for rebirth by dappledawndrawn, literature

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Recipe for rebirth

Strip away the inessential, Remold the childlike wonder. Distill the essence of your self, Banish the envy and the anger. Refill the coffers of your kindness, Hand off grudges you've held too long. Peel back layers you've hidden under, Laugh heartily that you've been so wrong. Remember all your lost kingdoms Left behind at edge of Childhood. Bathe in moonlight on windswept nights, Lose yourself in the wild wood. When you sense your phoenix rising, Cast back your eyes, once more (at most), Softly gaze on your old scarred soul-- Forgive yourself first and foremost.