I think...
I'm constantly realizing... and sometimes, a little bit discouraged... about the fact that I have less friends than I actually realize. there's a lot of faces, yeah. close faces. nice faces. handsome faces. pretty faces. and names, yeah - names to the faces. and sometimes, even lives. lives behind the faces, stories, confessions, memories.
and they just walk by. they all get together. they all have a great time. they smile as they pass.
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