And there I was. At my parents lonely grave. I don't know who did it. Surely not suicide. Dads last words, "I hope you live longer than I did. Don't be sad, scalawag. Once I die, I will be with your mother. I will be all at sea." Like a shadow in the night, someone put poison in both of there pills. The next thing I no, I'm out on the cold, winter streets of Berlin. Regretting the arrival of their funeral and regretting the fact that I put my jumper on their coffins. I went to my sad and alone place, the oak tree. There I noticed the new flower my father planted. Now I am all at sea.
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