I keep smelling her. She was very stinky in the end. I keep seeing her. She's just out of the corner of my eye. I'm grieving in a way that is unfamiliar to me. A part of me is reeling. It misses her so much, but there's a bigger part of me that says, "Enough is enough! Everything dies. She lives on in you. Take care of that!"
I haven't showered since I lost her. I don't want to stop smelling her.
I can't get my act together.
She's gone.
I miss her.
She's gone.
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