Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love — cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
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Death never pierces the heart so much as when it takes someone we love

— cleaving the heart they held with their passing.
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