Who are you? I don't think I know you. I don't think we've met. No we haven't.
This is not my home. This is not were I belong.
I know you though. I know everything about you. What you like. What kind of person you are.
Why you do the things you do. What you feel. What makes you hurt.
You and I are strangers and it's how it will always be. You'll never get to know me.
You'll never know exactly why you and I cannot be. But I know.
I don't belong here. This is not my home.
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