Just as soon as she came, she left, and now my house is quiet and sister-less again.
I miss her.
And I do wanna cry.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Please don't remind me about it.
I miss her.
And I do wanna cry.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Please don't remind me about it.
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