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Apartments,more like compartments.Boxed up little memories.Cabinets of past lives randomly filed and numberedso many lives,only inches apart.
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No one ever really knows you,You never really know them,Strangers on the inside,Safe and crazy secrets are your only means of privacy,and the only dif..
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