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She searched the city for anyone. I ran into her on a bus stop. And then she asked me for a light, and then I asked her, “Are you alright?” She said, “I think there’s something wrong, I don’t belong, I don’t belong.”
She lives in gardens, she lives alone. She runs through seasons on her own. And no one knows her or knows her name. And no one ever found out again.

i have no idea who wrote that – i’ve seen it used as a signature on discussion forums.
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