You and I are the same.
Both restless and imaginative
Both believing in the best of the world
You and I are the same.
Flighty and wordy and impulsive
Both dying for something we can’t say.
Yes you and I are the same
Both hiding behind walls built by our parents good intentions
Both broken and trying to heal.
Yes you and I are the same
And loving you
Means I love myself.
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