As you walk into the bar and get settled with your friends, you notice me. I'm sitting next to you with my head down and drinking a decent amount of wine. There's a hint of depression and yearning in my eyes. It's almost palpable, actually, but nobody here cares. They're all too drunk to notice. I notice you staring at me. "What are you looking at? Could you stay in your lane, please? I'm just... tired." I order another glass of wine and sigh softly.
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