I've learned that when people don't want to give you any of their self they will feel like immobile objects. But I know... I know that I feel that because they feel immobile.
And...
When you meet a stranger and they say they will see you around
they never mean it
I've known that one for years
Strangers
I'm closer to them than friends sometimes.
I wish I could admit to everyone what I feel
Because... Then maybe they would know how to treat me
But all the people that I confess to are artless.
stay beautiful
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