As the world grows smaller, their distance seems larger. Unbeknownst to them. They are to remain strangers as long as they don't surrender themselves to the call. The call of each other, loud as it can be in their eyes. Which they haven't laid on one another in months.
You can see it, I know. But what are you to do? If everyone can see it but themselves, it must be none but their own fault.
The distance is only going to grow from now on. And you know it, I can see it. But, why should you care?
You can see it, I know. But what are you to do? If everyone can see it but themselves, it must be none but their own fault.
The distance is only going to grow from now on. And you know it, I can see it. But, why should you care?
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