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Cherish the friends surrounding you. Dear moments were had tonight; remembering one particular person that did a drive-by whirlwind passing-through of our lives briefly, yet made a significant mark. There are no words to sum up the feeling of precariousness being human curses you with or the weight that signifies the work that still needs to be done when we are all dead and buried. Why does the heart open up. Who the fuck knows. And when do you put the mask down and be real or make the call.