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" Images appeared under my eye sockets . Like a cinema screen . Sploshing of lights , forms , hot colors , metamorphosis of surfaces , kaleidoscopes of cells and fibres. It was the party , the lights , the evening , the warm feeling of the bodies brushing , arms holding , sweats mingling , alcohol , fucking booze errupting from cascades. "

Tate died . She left her mother behind , met God. But does God really exist ? What if after-life was just a war-field. What if you had to fight to have another chance. What about the ones who didn't wish to live anymore ? Would they be forgotten.

It's grief , it's heaven , it's hell , all at once. It's going mad , finding saneness again . It's crying , then drying your tears . It's terrifying , it's beautiful , the art , the death.
The death.

Wishing this would turn into a movie. Lol never gonna happen.