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Slajd: 1
Arriving at the cemetery felt like a death sentence. I felt as though I was in a daze as I can apon the old man's grave. My ears rung and my head, ever pounding with those never ending drums. I could no longer take it, I collapsed to my knees in front of his tombstone. I could not bear this burden of guilt, weighing ever so heavily on my heart. Others whom I had not known watched as burning tears streamed down my face. They did not know of the crime that I had so gruesomely committed.
Slajd: 2
As the guilt I felt in my soul increased, as did the pounding in my head. The noise of the funeral mourners was drowned out by the one in my head. I stood up from my knees and ran, with no destination I ran. I ran from the drums in my head, from the pounding in my head, from that ever so loud heartbeat from the lifeless body in the ground.
Slajd: 3
As I finally came to a stop, my legs shaking and my breath heavy, I realized where I had come to. The woods. I sat down beside a tall cold tree, as the pounding consumed me. The loud noise that would come in intervals, became one long never ending shout. It sounded almost identical to the last sound the old man I made. I came to terms with the fact that I could never face society again. I closed and eyes and I leaned against the tree, my heart pounding.

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