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A New Familiar Face

I almost forgot how you make me feel. It's not a sense of belonging, it's just a correlation to my past and a contrast to my present. Like a new familIar face, like an unexplored homeland. I don't know if I want to see you ever again in my life but I also know I haven't got my closure yet. I am not what I wanted to be and every time I said goodbye, I bid you farewell with an image of myself and a vision of the kind of person I want to be like when I see you next. It's not you who bothers me, it's me.


 I saw you at the market yesterday after three years. You didn't look at me at first but I made sure your gaze found me. And then I looked up.I captured that smile in my head. It's not the same. 

 It's not me anymore.
It's nobody. 
It's nothing.

 - Bubbles 

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