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Dec 2020
It's always terrible talking to a stranger.
You realise that they say the things people around you are thinking.

You see how your close ones have carved a tone especially for you.
One, a stranger does not use.

It's always scary conversing with a stranger.
It's like sprinkling salt on an open wound.
Raw. Real. And undeniably painful.
Jamie
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