I MISS MY TABLE

The table & I were best friends.

The table & I would tell each other everything.

The table was good to me.

The table understood what I was going through.

The table helped me get through the heartache that was caused by you.

One day, I asked the table for advice & did not receive a response.

The table had passed away.

I now talk to myself, but it's not the same.

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