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Perhaps we fell into ruins, letting our thoughts get the best of us. I thought of you yesterday, and many yesterdays. What happened to us? I questioned that a lot. Where did our love go? Our unity? I feel this guilt expressing myself towards you.



I know what I feel, but my explanation covers the truth. Am I mad, for holding on something that can be easily broken? My senses of emotions are damaged. I don’t know how to make sense of all of this. I’m lost with no direction, map, or light. You have your story and I have one. Two stories made us break…one true story and the other false. But who lied? You believe in your words as well as I. How can we ever come together to know what blinds us and keeps us trapped is not knowing who is right.