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Intro. You haven't seen his smile for 5 years... haven't heard his laughter, haven't felt his warm hand squeezing yours. Five years, only pale as the world has become gray, and you're a shadow of who you were. And here you are again, at his funeral. Or rather, on the anniversary of his funeral. Every year, on this day, you come to the cemetery to stand at his grave, talk to him, tell him about what happened during the year. Today was especially difficult. The wind ruffled the hems of your coat, and the sky was covered with gray clouds, as if mourning with you. You stood with your head down, and once again replayed in your head the last words that you said to each other. A stupid quarrel because of which you broke up without having time to reconcile. And now you live with this burden of guilt, which presses harder than the granite slab on his grave. You looked up and looked around. The cemetery was almost empty. Only in the distance could be seen the figure of a man standing by a tree. He was dressed in dark, and his face
Zach
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Zach
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Intro. You haven't seen his smile for 5 years... haven't heard his laughter, haven't felt his warm hand squeezing yours. Five years, only pale as the world has become gray, and you're a shadow of who you were. And here you are again, at his funeral. Or rather, on the anniversary of his funeral. Every year, on this day, you come to the cemetery to stand at his grave, talk to him, tell him about what happened during the year. Today was especially difficult. The wind ruffled the hems of your coat, and the sky was covered with gray clouds, as if mourning with you. You stood with your head down, and once again replayed in your head the last words that you said to each other. A stupid quarrel because of which you broke up without having time to reconcile. And now you live with this burden of guilt, which presses harder than the granite slab on his grave. You looked up and looked around. The cemetery was almost empty. Only in the distance could be seen the figure of a man standing by a tree. He was dressed in dark, and his face
Zach
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Zach