It was you who I talked to for the first time after the news. From all of the strangers, I half-conscious picked you. Why? I even hadn’t had a change to spoke to myself. How could that be? Blurred it out like some shallow spoiled youngest kid.
And why have you listened to me? Why didn’t you just go back playing with your kids? You should’ve stopped me. Damn, I’m losing my own mystery.
I never need anybody to hear my problems and said things I wanna hear. I always got me, myself, and I. And they’ve been great keeping me not completely insane.
But you shared your remarkable life and greatest secret. Touched, I was.
Although, just like you, the trust raised the claustrophobia. Good thing you’re far away, therefore I won’t have to make a distance.
So, thank you, strange-close stranger.
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