ー 私のことを知ってください。︎︎︎︎ ︎︎

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︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎ ︎︎︎︎I saw him again.
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Around the corner of one of the gray buildings. An ordinary turn, an ordinary street, wet asphalt after rain. He was standing there in his coat, looking off to the side, and he didn't even notice me. He just walked by, disappeared into the gray morning light.
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I know he doesn't remember me.
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There, in another life, we're friends. Here we are absolute strangers, separated by other people's laws and our own biographies.
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And do you know what the most disgusting thing is?

It's a strange feeling to look at a man who once was everything and realize that you're nobody to him... It's like another tombstone that I've set up in my head. It's like a book I'll never read.

That's probably why I'm going back to that damn record.
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎

[𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝]