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beauty in the breakdown
I enjoy reading stories about death and the ghosts that come after, even though it makes me cry. I don't know why, even though in my dreams I don't ever want to die and fight it to the very end, the moment when I decide I've had enough and I wake up. I find representations of grief to be one of the most inspired and beautiful things, and when my heart aches more than the stinging slaps I lay on my thighs in order to bring myself back to reality, it's good.