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Wednesday, 17 October 2012
06:40:20 PM (GMT)
It's amazing just how little you can really know about a person. You see him everyday, and you watch him as he moves, thinks, breathes, speaks, exists. You think he's telling you his thoughts, you think you know him. But you never really do. Because somewhere deep inside of him, there is a region of his soul that human understanding cannot grasp; a void, beyond comprehension, where his deepest self exists, and no one can access it without reading his mind, probing his thoughts, and looking deeper into him than he himself ever could.

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