Our places, our things
They just can’t be
Because without you
There’s no you and me.
Just you with her
And me at home
Forced to shelter
My thing, is alone.
Alone, withdrawn
Feel the pain
Safe from harm
But strangely, sane.
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dude i totally witnessed the creation of this poem...
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