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I wrote this paper my junior year of high school! Can't believe I found it! I was one intense teenager!
The Room

Intense emotions gripped the sympathy filled funeral home. Teardrops persisted to slide down my visage. It was like viewing the rain on a chilled winter night. My eyes were growing very accustomed to the depressing scene, for I had been through this many times. The family members of this lost one were dark and sullen in appearance.

My feelings continued to fall deeper and deeper, to the lowest depths of the earth. I could not remove my eyes from his lifeless form. The sight engraved like stone in my mind forever. I got up to say my last goodbyes, so confused and asking why. Gradually I approached the still casket made as a bed. I looked down, and the sight overwhelmed me. I started to shake and tremble, unable to be controlled. Friends and family tried to pull me away, but I could not let my best friend go.

His face had been made up like a china doll to hide the abrasions which had occurred during his death. I soon contained myself, and dropped deep into the chair for the rest of the eulogy. The fragrance of roses and carnations filled my nostrils, a smell that I would always relate to this day. The room was filled with wreaths, flowers, cards, and black, the color most associated with death.

My mood was extremely black, and I felt like the room was all closed up. People vanished out of the room and it became empty, the same emptiness that filled my soul. I was empty too, and all alone.

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