i.
just that,
seems beyond
strange.
i
am
not the
same
as you?
we are not
as one
in some way?
we eternally
search
for reasons
why we are
different
than someone else,
because everything
feels so
saturated
and diluted
by persons
grey.
is there ever
a feeling of
whole
in
i?
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