Lost
I'm standing here in the cemetery, right in front of my mother's grave. She's gone now, moved on to the other side. It's been seven long months since she left us. It's a sad feeling, one that never really goes away. Every time I miss her, I find myself drawn to this place. It's like a ritual, a way to feel close to her again. Today is one of those days. The sky is overcast, matching the heaviness in my heart.
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