Not really a friend for those who reflect on strict definition.
Not really never talk to but all the time we converse were all about a certain person. Not about ourselves.
But I know that I want to make her my friend. As her eyes project the same space that I was residing. Maybe not totally the same, but definitely intersect a part or two. The space is named Loneliness.
We were surrounded with acquaintances and strangers. We spoke and laugh, carried on the normal life as the rest of the world. But deep inside were our souls are screaming: "I used to love ! I used to love !" and crying "Come to me, just like a dream, and rescue me"
"I have finally seen the light"
"I have finally seen the end"
"I have finally realized"
"I'm not expecting you to care"
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