In Silence

I have often, often thought about the last hours of Ian Curtis.

Of him just sitting there and looking into the future

Of watching the TV alone as the world turned again

Of another day ahead of another day behind

Of not wanting to ever to do anything at all ever again

And how hard that is to actually do

And then actually doing it.

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