You mask your hell
Because no one understood
Yet you open to one person
A stranger who came from the shadows
Someone who doesn't know human conditions
But you felt close to them
They were outcast for all their life
You were the first person they've approached
However things changed
Fate was a cruel thing
You had to go your separate ways
Never to meet again.

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