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But There’s A Part Of Me That Wonders What It Would Be Like To Be The Most Important Person To Someone Else, To Always Feel Like You Were Missing A Piece Of Yourself When He Wasn’t Near You.

And In General, The Residents Of The Town Wondered Why They All Felt Hollow Just Beneath The Throat, The Result Of Missing Something They Had Never Been Able To Name In The First Place.

Maybe Knowing Where You Belong Is Not Equal To Knowing Who You Are.

I Know What It's Like When The Things You Believe Make You Feel Like You're On The Outside Looking In.

Who Spit In Your Porridge?