As we move on she still mourns. As we move on. She's all alone. As we move on. The reality of it kicks in. As we move on. She has only her to wipe away her tears. As we move on. The reality of them being gone gets real. As we move on. She learns to live a new reality. As we move on. She starts to loose their scent everywhere. She hangs on everything that reminds her of them. We came to support and after the funeral we were all gone. As we live our lives she lost hers when they died.
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