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It’s strange, To think someone understands me. Knowing that there, Is someone like me. Who knows how I feel, What I’ve been through. What I think, What I might possibly need. A person; so identical to me, It’s hard to tell where; My thoughts end, And where his begin. Confusing I suppose, To those who can’t see. That he understands, That he’s almost me.Inspired by the first person who ever really understood how I felt and how I precieved things... BRS thanks bubba Written August 13th, 2001 © on Feb 21 2002 01:44 PM PST, Jessica Taylor 18 • 0 • 12
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