Of Being

What is there to you?
What is there to me?
We are lost in a world of our own
Where we can run
And we can hide
But we will always be found
I can not fathom our bodies
Of being
Being separated
If we were
We would die somehow, somewhere
Just like Romeo and Juliet

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