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Sep 2017
The unknown faces,
It's always the unknown faces.
I'm petrified to say hi,
What would they think.

Who am I?
Really, who am I?
I've known me for 30 years,
But I'm surprised everytime I meet myself.

Now I've known you,
The melancholy of us.
We were perfectly depressed,
But happy together is unknown.

Who are you?
I've seen you so often.
You were my shoulder,
And I yours, but who are we now?

Dry eyed I don't really know you,
Hi I'm happy.
I've known you,
But I'd love to really meet you.
Written by
ishaan khandpur  India
(India)   
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