Coma

I knew each of them. I knew their Birthdays and their favorite color. I knew their morning, evening, and night routines.
I couldn't have just forgotten everything.
But why don't they remember me?
Why do they not know my Birthday or my favorite food. What about my middle name or my favorite movie.

How is it that none of my friends and not even my closest friends know me.
But that this guy knows everything.
Even the one secret that I didn't want to get out.

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