Walking with Grief
“Everything”
Thom Yorke's voice bellowed through the speakers as I turned the volume as high as it could go.
“Everything”
It started as a low groan in my lungs, a humming that rattled my rib cage and tickled its way up through my throat.
“Everything”
Before I knew it, the sound escaped my lips as I let out a guttural scream with everything I had inside me, s…
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