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Jan 2014
I am not sure who I am talking to anymore.

Your voice sounds like a stranger;
someone whose voice was never privy to the corners and edges of my heart.

Certainly, not the kind of voice that wisps the rhapsodic notes for my soul to ****** away with.

I don't even wish to know who I am to you now.

So,
hello
Mister Stranger.
Wow, this is so bitter, sarcastic and brimming with rancour.
Huh.
Usually, I would never write such a thing..
The mind surprises you everyday.
I hope you enjoy it nevertheless?
x x x
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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