that it was meant to be.
A room full of strangers,
I knew but didn't see.
Known and unknown,
merged together,
Like two buttered toasts.
Spoken and unspoken,
Words didn't matter.
It's a room full of strangers,
With 50 shades of black.
Nothing hurts, nothing left to see.
Night is getting dark and off I must be
Because it is a room full of strangers
And there is nothing more to see.
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