Then I became one of the older ones telling stories to the younger ones about things and moments that they wouldn't understand unless they were there.
I let myself stay in that moment for a while,
listening to the music and replaying all these thing -
moments and memories until I made myself come back.
And it was wonderful and heartache all at the same time.
In a good way.
ready, ready, ready, ready,
ready to run.
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