Strings

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We were intertwined,

Tamgled strings of fate.

We met in preschool and became best friends.

Sentences started by me,

Finished by you.

Minds connected,

We were one.

Now the strings are untangled,

No longer together,

Seperate pieces of string,

With only a knot left behind

Where we used to be.

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