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I held it. It's beaming smile showed me the way and I took in the darkness with newfound wonder. It's funny how shadows turn simple things into treasures. In the light everything is taken for granted.
I begged them to sign it. They wouldn't budge. In their twisted, sensationalism-craving minds, a life wasn't worth their signature.
I carried it with me like an anchor of gold. Sometimes it was a heavy burden to bear, and its weight a crushing force, but in the end I knew it was precious and I was willing to sink to keep my hold on it.
The bones deteriorated
and roses grew in the resulting ash.
Despite consciousness fading,
Despite a lack of afterlife remaining,
Our bodies recycled,
Our lives' meaning lives on.