[cry]

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black clothes.

grey skies.

white skin.

we all stood there, looking at you.

you were the main star, the director.

people bawling next to me,

they brought you white roses,

but i gave you a tulipe,

knowing they were your favourites.

you looked so peaceful.

and, in my mind, i hoped you were.

it all looked fake to me,

unreal.

reality hadn't hit me yet,

but as i saw you disappear in to the ground,

my eyes began watering,

tears of misery strolled down my face.

and that's the first time i cried again, after i lost you.

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