How cruel it is to be bothered by empty space,
The seat next to me waits for you.
What they can't see is a million and one memories,
Or the thorns that won't let them close enough to.
But you were never really here,
And I was never really there.
- JJ
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Author:
JJ (Pseudonym) (
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