I’ve been holding onto the something between us that defines us,
Makes us blush.
Makes us real.
What if I let it go?
Where would it go if I released my grip?
Our identities are tied up in “things”
What we do is what defines us
What happened to what we stood for
Defining us?
I just wanted to get one thing straight:
What is it that defines you?
Because it’s not me,
Not anymore.
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