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You don't know.

I know you don't know.

       But guess what.......we have a whole lot in common.

           As you sat in your dark secluded corner,

            I examined your entire facial outlook.

              At that point, I knew your entire

                       thought process.

                     How do I know this?

                 I know this because we have

                the exact same thought process.

You don't know.

I know you don't know.

      But guess what.......I understand.

          I understand why you try so hard to capture love.

          I understand why you try to mold yourself to others'

                         expectations.

          I understand why you try so hard to appeal to people.

              But most of all, I understand why you feel

                              lonely.

You don't know.

I know you don't know.

      But guess what.......I feel the same way too.

          Like you, I try to capture love and friendship in

                    the wrong people.

          Like you, I'm constantly trying to appeal to others.

          Like you, I occasionally feel lonely.

You don't know.

I know you don't know.

      But guess what.......we have the same outlook on life.

          We both see life as the great tester of our

             mind, knowledge, and thought process.

        Why do we see our lives in the tempo of rhythm

                        and blues?

      Why do we both get a sudden rush of adrenaline when

                     that girl walks by?

        Why did you lower your guard in revealing to me

                     that you're lonely?

          And for the record, yeah! I got jealous over

             that same girl, I just didn't show it.

I understand your pain.

       The pain of being lonely.

       The pain of being different.

       The pain of being a bolted treasure chest.

       The pain of an internal conflict brewing inside.

You don't know.

I know you don't know.

      But guess what.......we're the same spirit.

          So rare this spirit is.

          So rare its magnificence is.

          So rare is its glory, that upon recognition,

                         I know I've found a kindred

                                    soul.

             A kindred soul in love- I have yet to find.

             A kindred soul in friendship- I seek no more.

Now don't take this as funny business,

because I'm just expressing the truth inside me.

        Your loneliness in the world,

             I can truly identify with.

        Your perspective on life,

             I can see through my own two eyes.

             I know that you wish you could express

               yourself through writing like I do.

You don't know that I want to be your friend.

But guess what.......we now know that we're both on the same

                     level.

Why do we know?

Because I understand.