version raze i didn't know you died until years after you were gone. cancer. you said it was a blessing wrapped in sandpaper. the same disease that would kill you before your thirtieth birthday brought love like you'd never known into your narrowing world. the kind of love that feeds you ice_cream when your fingers turn black from nerve damage. i was sure the short film that introduced me to your face when i was older than you'll ever be ended with you alone in a field of reeds, eyes heavy with all the hurt your young heart held. but none of that is there in the only version that seems to exist now. it must be an early screener absent the ending you were meant to have. there's just a quick cut, white words on a black background, and a song that doesn't belong to see you out. and isn't that the way life goes. 250828 what's it to you? who go blather from