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There's nothing left of him
My friend died and his ashes are about to be scattered at sea.
When he chose the person to scatter his ashes, he chose me.
As I dump these ashes, I say my final goodbye.
There's nothing left of him and it makes me cry.
It's very painful when a man loses his friend.
The agony is killing me because it's the end.
Lovely, painstakingly lovely.