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Dead.
No longer breathing.
No one could see me.
That's my son kneeling
in front of my tomb.
Why can't he see me?
God, can you hear me?
Please bring me back to life.
To reality.
Let this be a dream.
Give me a chance.
This time I'll make things right.
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