§ forty-seven §

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No one sat at her lunch table.

You weren't there.

You were back with them.

You looked lifeless. H o l l o w .

Dead.

He wasn't there either.

He wasn't waiting for her

at her table as she expected.

She wasn't there.

She would've eaten

if only he was there.

Such a shame he wasn't.

sorry i haven't updated in a while. i didn't really feel like writing. i didn't feel like doing anything these past few days.

--y

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