Little did I know
That I could have a middle ground
Seems like I do now.
When we go our separate ways
It is as if you take half of my self with you.
But you always return me back home.
How come we didn't see this before?
And why does it have to be this way?
The answers are just the mistakes and knowledge
We have made in the past.
Rather to say the answer are our consequences, love.
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