Sometimes it was me who was in between you and me.
Other times, it were you.
I wish there was no me and no you,
in between.
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This space about my way of seeing the things around and within.
1 comment:
The story of life!
It makes me think of luck and myself. Sometimes I came between luck and me. Sometimes luck came between luck and me.
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