grace We buried a very close friend yesterday. I just saw him the night before he passed away. Nobody suspected anything. Though I did notice that he was looking slightly thinner than last I saw him, which was about a year ago. That night we talked of old times and new. Of things done and planned. He paid for my drink since I had to leave earlier and I promised him I'll repay the deed soon. That's one promise I'm already breaking. I'm not sure if I'm handling this as well as I thought I could. This song is totally about something else, but I'm taking it out of its original context since this bit feels fit. The First Taste
- Fiona Apple Give me the first
taste, Is this why you're leaving us so soon? To all my friends who are sharing this unbelievable and heartbreaking loss, I still have no words of solace. But I'm hoping all of us will find them soon, in our solitude, or in the comfort of others.
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