You are very mysterious.
You are like a box of chocolate waiting to be eaten.
You are like a box of old school memories,
waiting to be dig in, waiting to be discover.
I don't know.
You made me happy.
And I love that feeling.
The sad thing is you are not here.
You're gone.
It's ok I guess.
I'll wait like I used too..
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