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So often we're so engrossed in the attention we're getting, excited to fill the new seats set for us to fill, that we forget.
We forget the old. We forget the seat we got up from. Which is still warm, Which still has our scent.
But is now empty, so so empty.
Yet we abandon it every time.

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