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We were like two phrases lost in translation. We made perfect sense in a language that I spoke and not at all in the language you knew. We were like two stars that almost seemed to be touching, but were light years away. You wouldn’t know if I collapsed before it was too late. We were like two dominoes, stacked against each other. If you fell, I’d fall with you. We were like an eclipse. When we were together, I saw you and they saw you, but no one could see me. We were like champagne, perfect for fancy occasions only. We were like two halves of a broken heart. We could complete each other but we didn’t really fit. We were like two coins, that made a lot of noise together but had lesser value apart. We were like two nights, one darker than the other. But both still, silent, and calm. We were like magic. I thought we were real, but you called it an illusion. We were like two flowers blooming to be beautiful alone, but we had a stronger fragrance together. We were beautiful. But I guess only I see it this way. Because we were like two pairs of eyes always seeing things differently.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
What were we like?
We were like two phrases lost in translation. We made perfect sense in a language that I spoke and not at all in the language you knew. We were like two stars that almost seemed to be touching, but were light years away. You wouldn’t know if I collapsed before it was too late. We were like two dominoes, stacked against each other. If you fell, I’d fall with you. We were like an eclipse. When we were together, I saw you and they saw you, but no one could see me. We were like champagne, perfect for fancy occasions only. We were like two halves of a broken heart. We could complete each other but we didn’t really fit. We were like two coins, that made a lot of noise together but had lesser value apart. We were like two nights, one darker than the other. But both still, silent, and calm. We were like magic. I thought we were real, but you called it an illusion. We were like two flowers blooming to be beautiful alone, but we had a stronger fragrance together. We were beautiful. But I guess only I see it this way. Because we were like two pairs of eyes always seeing things differently.
utsavraj
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17/M/India
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
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