There are jokes with no surviving language now. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight.
The Wall
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