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The spaces beside me are like the places inside me, empty until the day that someone comes along and fills them with her face. The race that I am in is one that may never end, and I'll be stuck with forty-million friends. Acquaintances don't help me face the music, and the motivation's nice, sometimes, but I doubt I'll ever use it, the way I'm supposed to. There's a reservation on my pillow, and I'll be seated all alone, when picking up the phone can't even help me, like before.
I don't really know what this is. I just felt compelled.
I don't really know what this is. I just felt compelled.