Sometimes it's just the need to connect. To know that you are not absolutely isolated.
There are those who are alike. Cursed with the same solitude. And when I look into their eyes, I know that they know that I know. Then a fleeting smile. A nod of the head. And still, silence. Our paths will always run parallel and never crossing.
There are those who are alike. Cursed with the same solitude. And when I look into their eyes, I know that they know that I know. Then a fleeting smile. A nod of the head. And still, silence. Our paths will always run parallel and never crossing.
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