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Platonic Reactions // A Devin Sola Fanfiction//Hiatus

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Reads 550
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Parts 4
Time 20m

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The faint sound of trickling rain echoed throughout the hollow building,
the building that the dead would pray once more, before being excavated six feet under ground, spending the rest of eternity gathering dust and moss,
becoming nothing but a skeleton, as loved ones visit the top soil and pretend that the deceased can hear them.
This was just something the dearly departed become, just a small part of the earth.
Many people argue that there are higher powers that decide your fate after death, but it seems as if we're all cast away eventually, becoming either soil, or ashes, ashes that seem to fly for miles, but settle on the ground after a long journey, just to become a part of the earth again.
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