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He died shortly after the bombs. He was already so sick... so fragile. I miss him so much.
I can't carry these things of his any more, and I can't bring myself to bury them. So I have left them here. And now I can focus on survival.
If you are reading this -- and if you have lost someone -- leave their trinkets, their clothes, their memories here.
Forget them for now. You must. Nobody will be around to remember you. You must survive.