She's an old friend.
She's who I turn to in the dark hours.
She's comforting.
She seems to have the answer.
She's always there for me.
She waits.
You know, somehow it doesn't seem healthy.
You know, sometimes it seems too easy.
You know, it feels so alluring.
You know, she's single-minded.
You know, it's a strange relief.
You have to think twice.
I want to believe she's not my friend.
I want to do without her.
I want to deny her countenance.
I want to find an alternative.
I want to do this alone.
I keep moving.
Sidewinder.
Sidecut.
Side-effects.
Side-streets.
Side car.
Side track.
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