I don’t recognize you.
I don’t know your face. I don’t know your clothes. I don’t know your vehicle. I don’t know the way you walk.
I’m sorry about that, I really am. And if you know me, you’re probably thinking, “Oh, Cam means someone else.” No. I’m sorry, but no. I’m not. It doesn’t matter if we’ve been best friends for decades. It doesn’t matter if you’re my parents. It doesn’t even matter if you’re my brother, the person I’m closest to in the universe.
I do not recognize you.
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Published on July 10, 2017 16:26