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Steal my remains to watch the warring emotions of those left behind, are they relieved that the grief can be hidden? Or dismayed it can no longer be concealed within?

Run to distraction, unable to fulfil the nagging for speed when pauses are needed to bend for others, but at least you’re not alone.

Rush to deliver and hope it reaches with more affection than the thought put into it, too distracted with exhaustion to plan ahead further.

Remake the announcement or watch the dedicated wither into despair, the anticipation dying but trying to remain content with the treasure they’ve already been given.

Mixed emotions swirl and battle, shifting your outlook from helpful to grim, content to helpless, loving to exhausted.

Return to the longing and false hope you had finally managed to escape, but happiness was brief and the process begins again, heart battered but not broken enough to stop. Yet.

Shock of arrival to inspect your worth and proclaim if you pass as human or if you need to study and observe before trying again.

Click to add quantity and stumble on destination, the task of replacing growing harder and only you seem to care.

Trance of darkness, a moment of stillness to shut out the overwhelming light, hoping sometime away will help you remember the right adjustment.

Plaided moments make up your plans, measuring your capabilities through luck and desperation.