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April 2007 About distant family who I don't feel close to in the slightest, and rather uncomfortable around at best. |
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You’re my family and you’re strangers. Who are you, across the sea? I think you’re strangers. We – they – left you and we’re the black sheep. Deserted your ideals and we’re the black sheep. You’re moral people and you’re so close-minded. So it’s hard to hear each other when you’re so close-minded. You get preconceived ideas when we see you once a year. And I’m not who you imagine when we see you once a year. By your way of things I’m a sinner and abomination. So what would you do if you knew I’m a sinner and abomination? Maybe it’s sad that you’re family and you’re strangers. But given how things are, I think it’s better we stay strangers. |