Sometimes being in a crowded room makes me feel the loneliest. I sit there and wonder why I'm so uninterested in what's going on around me. Maybe it's my reclusiveness at times, or maybe I just have things to say that would never come out the way I'd want them to. This mostly happens at night which might explain a lot or explain very little. Whatever the reason, I don't know what to think of it all. What does it mean and does it even mean anything at all?
And so it goes...
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