Felt like holding you and dropping my tears beside you when appreciating the performance...
Wanted to get comforted when I was so angry and trembling on the street...
Excited and appeased after I got the long, surprising phone call...
Desired to have the shoulder to rely on, when feeling alone, depressed, helpless, segregated...
But we are so apart...
and, what we are...
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