People never detail the confusion- the way the days feel like years, and seconds, like hours. They don't tell you of how heavy the world feels- how the weight of the hair on your head will sometimes feel like too much. They don't tell you of the visitors that won't come and how you tell yourself you're glad nobody comes, because that leaves you nobody to comfort. They don't tell you what it's like to watch your parents watch you die or how it feels to be so weak, yet so strong. They don't tell you that time doesn't stop for anybody.
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