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Not Taking Sides

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Reads 35
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Parts 2

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Who am I?
Do I really know who am I?
You? Do you know me?

How about you?
Can you describe yourself?
Do you like you?

There are tons of questions that remain as questions, But that doesn't mean there are no answers. We just can't accept the fact that the answer may hurt you, me or the others.

There are people who would understand the meaning of change but most of us are not matured enough to accept why.

I don't know why.

You? Do you know why? Please tell me, why?All Rights Reserved

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