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Was it me or you?


I closed my eyes
I could feel you
Behind me
Before me

Was it me or
You?

You are so different from me
You are so different from others
But still
You set perfectly with me
Like pieces of a puzzle
Part of me
Different, foreign but still so familiar part of me
As if it were me not you
A Dream, An Imagination, An idea

I closed my eyes
I could feel you
Behind me
Before me

When i open 'em
It was just me

I Couldn't remember where i was before

Just the feeling of Deja Vu
I have been here
I have felt here
I have loved here

Was it you or
Just me?

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