Cherry Tomatoes

I don’t think of you. Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop.

My mind won’t let me shut down from losing you.

I had been prepared for years, but it’s different when it happens.

I feel like part of me is missing

I lay rocks by your grave in my mind, but don’t visit because I will break.

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