Death. It’s so quiet. When one departs from the world, you
don’t even notice it unless it’s a person close to you. And when it does happen
to you, the silence of it is so loud. So jarring. So blaring. A loud echo that
resonates inside your heart; a piece of it blackening and shriveling away into
dust. Yet, the world goes on and you plant one foot in front of the other while
the rest of the world is oblivious.
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