You all will protest your love. Proclaim your personal stories. Pay tributes.
But give the man some space.
Give his family some privacy.
The people that actually knew him.
Some spending 50 years of their lives together.
Why must you all be so fucking needy?
Why is this society?
The man fucking just died for fucks sake.
And bam. Flooded streams that I can't even allow my own mind and heart to catch up with.
And process on my own.
He knew he had millions of thoughts, prayers and love behind him.
You all ruin a very tender moment.
By needing YOUR moments.
The Man Just Died
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