When i met you,
you were alone;
like a sad clown.
Looks like a mysterious book,
somewhere i connected to your look,
decided to read that mysterious book,
by hook or by crook.
When i read you,
then i recognize you,
You don't like living
the way you alive.
Now i understand what's the secret behind .
People made you mysterious,
their thoughts made you mysterious.
And this personality is gift for you,
From;
who hues to judge others only,
without knowing anything.
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