Across miles,
Away we sat.
Crying our hearts inside out.
The pain was wrenching.
It was killing.
No one to go to.
Even if surrounded were we.
Things tore apart.
Everything went downfall.
Picking up the pieces, gathering them wasn't an option anymore.
Among those thousand of broken souls.
Lied two, miles apart.
Stories similar.
Didn't knew each other.
But were able to feel the pain of the other.
Still broken.
Still apart.
Yet, they decided to trust each other.
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