will I see you again? will we laugh at our inside jokes like we used to? will you look at me like you used to? just one more time, please.
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the never-ending grief
Poesíai will no longer continue writing here, the grief ended :)
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will I see you again? will we laugh at our inside jokes like we used to? will you look at me like you used to? just one more time, please.
