What distinguishes us from one another?
I've discovered a ton of parallels,
Two to the same,
Connected along the path of uncertainty,
But that does not imply that we get along as well.
Would I have known you better,
Have I seen both of your sides of the story? Are your deepest secrets known to me?
I wonder if my feelings will remain the same.
And I am aware that it always will be.
I shall truly admire you for eternity.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
