Want to go out and meet old friends and foes like strangers. Want to know them, again, in a new way. Want to listen to their stories and tell them mine. Want to talk for long and don't wanna make sense. Want shoulders to rest my head on, shoulders of persons with a head without intellect thoughts. Want to be with fools and be fool with them. Fools who believe in truth, trust, present, past, relations, feelings, love without lust, and everything else that makes me smile, smile sarcastically. I want my smile not be hungry for reasons and be purposeless, and if that makes me look like a 'lunatic', then dear you, I don't blame you.
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