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I wonder as I scroll this on some old cold concrete wall
Who will read this when I'm done? The question always sits in the back of my mind as I write. Will we ever meet or will we forever be strangers? more questions arise the more I write. is your life better or worse than mine? Will you remember my words or forget them when you leave? who are you? please tell me or forever I'll wonder.
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