Waking from dreams of a dead friend is no way to start a productive, happy day. That the dream was inturrupted by my alarm clock just as said friend was about to speak, is heartbreaking. I feel like they've torn her away from me all over again.
I don't know who "they" are. "They"'re just the ones that visit death, sadness, and fear into your life, unasked-for. They are cancer, accident, depression, suicide, illness, disease, hopelessness, and more. And I fucking hate them all.
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Illustration by Rob Rodas
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