We attempted to be each other's means of escape,
If nothing else, we felt as though there was no fear.
We thought we had finally found what we were searching for.
Not until we snapped out of it,
Sinking in reality.
Revealing our true selves.
As the stranger that you are,
And me, the nobody.
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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?
