Day Fourteen

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Today was your funeral.
It was raining.
Or maybe it was just me,
I don't have a clue.
Once again,
I was the only one to show.
I was the only one who watched you get lowered into that hole of impending doom.
I stayed there,
Even after they had covered you back up.
I sat by your grave,
Hugging it.
I didn't want to let you go.
It was too fucking soon.

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