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That person who reads my ...(?)... consecutively once a week

I wonder of your identity, stranger.  Who are you?

Is it 'you' because I hope it is and I want it to be.

For so long my words have tried to reach you wherever you are.

My words that, after bleeding from the heart,

tried to touch you.

S------, you are my brother.  Do you know that?

I prayed to meet you once again, you know.

I yearn to see your smiling face.

But since we've separated when we were kids,

quietly yet achingly, sometimes at night I dreamt about you.

However what if really you are just a stranger — a passerby —

who saw what I've expressed by chance?

Flip the coin it can end both ways.  I wish it's 'you' bro.