You often forgot what you had at home. I left. Ran away to find what I was missing at home.
I came back. You left. Ran away to find out what home was missing out on.
We met again. We cried. We sweat. We lied there. We knew it was over.
We have both moved out of this place we once called home.
I pray that even if we remain close, the new directions life sends us down forever run parallel - for I wish to never meet again.
Your lies. My deceit. The horrible way we started our relationship.
Your lies. My deceit. The exact way we ended the relationship.
We will be distant friends and close strangers.
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