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Then we started to disappear. Not suddenly. That at least would have been clean. There was no fight where you could say, this is where the thing broke. There was no betrayal with noise. No door slammed and let us know that from here on it was over. It came slowly. With that filthy decay that slips in when people stop telling each other the truth

Goodnight, Brothers (An older rough draft unpolished. A Tribute to the friends who faded through time)
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