Sad is the feeling I get when I look into your eyes, those two dark movie slides on your face. Lost in never land is the feeling I get seeing you are not really here. Why does light from your flashlights gets obstructed by a thousand mirrors, when I call you stranger? Should you be wearing scarlet after your confessions? Why is it that when I start to talk I am faced by your silence? Each topic I try to open you soon end. Why is it when you try to open a conversation with me I close it at once so cruelly and abruptly? Are we two afraid to fall in love if we found common ground?
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