The day of my mothers funeral of course had to be the worst day. Its Saturday. The rain is falling from the sky, splashing onto peoples black umbrellas. But i dont have one. Im soaking wet, but fuck that, thats the least of my worries. I stare at the casket as it slowly goes down, 6 feet under, forever. I hold back my tears as much as i can. You cant even tell if its the rain soaking my face, or the tears from my eyes, but my eyes are red and puffy.. i dont know what to do..
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