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Who are you?
To be staring out at me with knowing eyes
You don’t know me.
You don’t know my mistakes, my fears
You don’t know what I’ve done or what I regret not doing
You don’t know who’s loved me without me evening noticing
You don’t know who I’ve loved, and lost
You think you know what I cry for?
Well you don’t.
And I don’t know you.
But here’s the difference between us,

I don’t pretend to.