You weren't you,
I wasn't me.
We were just two mere cosmic creatures, colliding for a fleeting second indeed.
Collecting the remnants
and carrying the consequences,
we continued back,
in our separate destined ways.
Yeah, you weren't you,
I wasn't me,
We weren't us.
Us, no matter how good it sounded,
you and me are the us we could never be.
-KT
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