It's over.
It's all over, and I miss it.
I started crying, too.
I loved them all in their own way. They were all perfect. They were all so nice.
I love them all in their own way. They are all perfect. They are all so nice.
It's over, but these memories will stay with me forever.
Her hug, the tightness. That many hugs after that.
A few certain unexpected people who just wouldn't let go...
It's over, sure. But it's just starting and I want to see this side of everyone all the time.
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