BURIAL(INTRO)

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It was raining non-stop at that time of day.Humans cried and wore black as they threw flower petals around that hole in the middle.
With her makeup smudged, she approaches the tomb,her curly blond hair was messy and wet, as was her perfect, rosy face.
She clung to the body in the tomb, said a prayer, and then kissed the body.
In the distance, a young man, leaning against a tree, was smoking and looking, crying and laughing, he didn't know what fell about it.
He was confused, and soon remembered everything that had happened.
"I wasn't perfect, I didn't care about you....."
Said while crying
"Now you're in the tomb a- and I can't do nothing.....just accept you've gone."
He lets out a sad cigarette smoke, which turns clouds of sadness in the air.
"I wish I had been more present......"
The young man continues to smoke while crying, and then leaves.
As time went on, every person at the funeral left except the blonde woman with the curly hair.She was there, standing still, looking at the tomb, not blinking and not breathing.She started to cry, her tears falling along with the rain that soon left her soaked.
She took a little knife out of her dress, and carved her daughter's name on the tombstone, since it wasn't there.
Just like any tombstone, it had the acronym R.I.P (Rest In Peace),and wrote her name and made a heart around the name.
So she dropped the knife and just knelt in the mud and said another prayer, now it was clear, she's gone, never "coming back", gone forever this time.

Rest sweet little Crybaby and may the light guide you

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