He is on the other side of the table, they are always on a different side; talking about his problems, as they always do, they never as abut your problems
I am sinking; I do not care about the man on the other side; no more questioning myself about beauty, age, understanding, caring, sensation, manners, sentiments and what so ever, all that matters is that someone feels like sitting on the other side...
I can't take the empty chair anymore
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