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[feverishly]

Remember when you used to go out every night and you felt like you knew everyone? Now you think about people you used to hug comfortably and wonder if they remember your name. It's the thing about bowing out; the world just keeps going. By nature, things gravitate from areas of high occupancy to areas of low; the space you leave will inevitably be

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[a_prettywar]

i think about this all the time. it's a little disconcerting, actually.