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Personal Narrative: Dying By Seamus Heaney

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Standing in the way back with my head down and eyes closed, I am the only one not crying. The sobs from everyone around me flooded my ears. I raise my head to a painful sight I wish I hadn't seen. A casket, inside of it lays a body, cold and lifeless. A person that once felt emotions and laughed and cried. It was Zach's body. Even though I haven’t met Zach in person, I bet I knew him more than anyone else. Some people can walk by others and assume they know them by the clothes they wear, the way the look, their choice of makeup, but they are wrong. I never thought i could know Zach like I once did. I never could have imagined the hurt i would go through when Zach passed away. I rarely cry when people I have met died, but Zach was a oart of

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