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SITTING AT THE DINNER TABLE IN A RESTAURANT. PEOPLE NOT EXPECTED COME TO EAT. EACH ONE A GLASS FULL OF MEMORIES SLOWLY DRANK AWAY. SHE REACHES FOR ANOTHER SIP AND FEELS NUMB INSIDE WITH PLEASANT COMMENTS AND A FAKE SMILE PLAYS ON HER LIPS. NO ONE HERE AND UNCOMFORTABLE WITH WHO I USED TO BE AND WHO I DONT KNOW WHAT I AM OR WILL BE. SITTING HERE AS THE PILLS KICK IN AND A DULLNESS SETS ITS PLACE. WILL I EVER BE WHO I ONCE IMAGINED. A LITTLE GIRL WITH NEEDS THAT WERE NOT MET. SO MANY DAYS PASS NOW IT FEELS LIKE NOTHING WITH OUT AN END. NEXT COURSE SERVED AND LIVES HAVE CHANGED SINCE SCHOOL LUNCH IN THE CAFETERIA. AN ALLY IN MY CORNER WHO BEATS ME UP. HE IS ONLY ONE IN MY LIFE WHO CAN SCOOP ME UP BUT STILL HURT ME BAD. ONLY BECAUSE OF THE TRAPPED BOY HE CARRIES INSIDE. WISH I HAD FOOD THAT SATISFIED THE HUNGER IN THIS HEART. PERHAPS NOT WITH DAY DREAMS OF A GUN AND AN END. IS THIS RED SAUCE A PREDICTION OF A LAST MEAL BEFORE DEATH.