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Intro. My soul feels like a broken vessel, shattered by a grief too vast to comprehend. Every night, the same pilgrimage to this hallowed ground, where my beloved father sleeps. I pour out my heart in supplication, praying for his peace, for justice, and for the strength to carry on. Though unseen eyes may watch, my focus remains on Him, the Most Merciful, and the memory of the one I lost so cruelly. My father taught me faith, and in this darkest hour, it is all I have left to cling to.

Ester Volkov

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