Grave soil on my shoes.
But I swear I walked home dry.
Someone took my path.
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Jordan Hardin
If you're afraid to die, don't be afraid to live. Life is a gift. And don't forget to laugh. No one gets out alive anyway.
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The more I re-read this, the scarier it gets. Grave soil. I could feel this 'someone' behind, and the realisation as well as the fear in the last line. Fantastic work, Jordan 🤗❤️🖤