Strangers who used to be friends
Nobodies who used to be somebodies.
And in the mirror, is the apparition of the unfamiliar.
All I have is a public privacy and a dozen of Everybody's secrets.
In the sleepless nights I imbibe the reciprocating irony of uniqueness in oneness.
Love..heal me.
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Really...I love this one!