You’re throwing your words like stones.
Spitting out your heart,
Hiding your pain behind your anger.
Your start was rough. Your life is hard.
Losing your mind, but not losing hope.
Otherwise, you’d be numb not angry.
I see you, and I hear your voice.
What would you say if you had a choice?
What would I do if I were you?
How would it be if there were we?
Not just you. Not just me.
If There Were We
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