I died a little bit inside.
It was the first time that I met you for months. It was supposed to be something special. It was supposed to be remembered.
But I met you, and I could feel this wide gap between us.
And I died a little bit inside.
It was the first time that I met you for months. It was supposed to be something special. It was supposed to be remembered.
But I met you, and I could feel this wide gap between us.
And I died a little bit inside.
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