There's a loneliness that comes
From always being a acquaintance
But never anything more
To be known by your work
But not known for your soul
To be alone in a world
So full of life
So full of people
Yet none who know the real you
Only those who know your name
Who know of you
But do not know you
Who know you from others
Who know you from works
Who know you from stories
But left with none who know
Desperation sets in
And you begin to wonder
Do you know you?
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