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Ongoing, First published Jul 16
This poem describes a meeting between two people who are very similar. They both hide sadness behind smiles and want happiness but don't know how to find it. When they meet, they feel connected but can't express their true feelings. One avoids eye contact; the other asks simple questions like "How are you?" but gets only empty replies. Both wish to comfort each other-maybe with a hug or kind words-but they fail. One never learned to stand up for herself; the other never learned to say "I love you." In the end, they walk away, still lonely.

The two people mention are one and the same ,an individual standing in front of mirror and relating to frictional  resistance and think how hard it is to open up, even to someone who understands.
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