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You find strength in numbers, circumference in circles of friends. What happens when all of your audience thins? Which part will go numb first? The sidewalk gets colder at 2 a.m., And you can't remember who you came here with. But the plurals you know. Plurals you know. Conflict begins when you're finally alone. Forgive me for asking, but when's the last time you went home? Padlock's rusted shut, and your lawn's overgrown. Were you out with old friends? Have they asked how you've been? Did you make new ones yet? Are you perfectly set? God forbid that you spend any time in your head. You just box your regrets up in plurals. The plurals you know. I was a stranger still holding an extra key. But I picked the lock, and I found that the house was empty.
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