I decided to disappear while at your funeral. I rest my head on the old wooden bench where others have sat vertically, while I lay horizontally. I wonder how many others have cried in this same pew. I wonder how many hearts have been broken in this cheap, scam of a building. I knew you would not want a funeral like this, but it was not in my hands. Nothing was in my hands any longer. I have lost everything I once held onto, including myself. I pray that maybe if I keep crying this hard, my tears will drown me, and I will fall deep under the rockiness of my own waves. Or maybe somehow my tears
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