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Way Back When

 There are many reasons.

But I'm not sure how to name them.

I've tried spending time justifying, 

But I can't. 

I don't know how. 

But I know that the reasons are valid 

And I'm sure you do too. 

Remember when we thought we were 

Practically twins? 

When we, as best friends,

Used to be two faces of the same coin.

I've changed a lot, 

Not necessarily in the best ways -

And so have you,

You've found your own place. 

And I've found mine. 

Somewhere along the way, we were true friends

But somewhere along the way... it was lost.

On the whole, 

We both were two different poles - entirely.

Maybe we'd get along more 

Sometime

But not right now. 

You seem to have forgotten 

And so have I. 

But I actually remember.

You've met people who understand you better 

And I've met people who match my laugh.

I've discovered a new part in myself, 

But I haven't shadowed my old self;

Not yet. 

Perhaps you'll understand what I mean 

If not right now; then later

I'm sorry if I was mean

I'm sorry if I was too sensitive

But I've changed both ways.

And one day, I hope 

We'll smile at each other

Laugh at the same things 

Goof around about nothing 

Take revenge on our parents. 

Again.

But it's quite evident, how much has CHANGED,

And how they will keep changing. 

How deep rooted everything is.

But for now, 

Things for you are great, 

And things for me are fine. 

Because you took your path, 

And I took mine.

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