The last homecoming has passed us by. It's strange, I can almost feel the glues of friendship loosening, leaving me to wonder what truly ever held it together in the first place? Can we all be so superficial?

Do we ever really know people? I look around at my family, friends, acquaintances, and I honest-to-truth couldn't tell you so much about them. I am around these people all the time and yet, and yet, I feel like they are such mysteries... I suppose no one really knows except for one's self.

I would flesh this out more, but I'm tired.

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