Fate
We started out as parrellel lines
And together we met like magnets.
You a positve.
I a negative.
Inseparable and closer than close.
Together as one.
Fused by ionic souls.
Your charge flowing within me.
With you by my side,
Did I become too positve,
Repelling you away?
Drifted apart,
Back to parallel lines.
You became the north pole
And I a compass in search of you,
In hopes of being one line of fate.
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