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Jul 2013
I met someone today,
I knew I would because I was alone all day,
I bumped into him at the coffee shop,
Almost spilling my coffee,
After I caught my balance, my gaze lifted upward,
I looked at myself straight and the eye and said,
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
And I replied,
"No, you don't know me at all. But I think if you did, you would hate me."
"Yeah-" I said
"I think I do already."


"Then I'll make sure we never meet again."
The more I think about myself, the more I am filled with anxiety. Anyone else feel that way?
David
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