Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand.

Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
(The Grateful Dead)

Everything is a sign... every sign reminds me and draws me towards her.
Should she exist? Is she real? If yes... I should hurry. I'll soon lose her forever...

I'm in love with myself, dissing everyone else.
...But if this is so, why her? Why do I dream of her?
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'Lose forever'...

Good-bye, J.