Sometimes, we fail to recognised who we are,
I dont almost hear you say it,
I could recall,
we quarrel, fight and may even seperate.
sometimes, we are not ourselves,
we forgot our origin and ignore our dreams,
but yet plan to interpret our roles,
when we are free from this shattered illusion.
Some moment, when we go out for a walk,
just when am about to say something,
I thought I hear you cry.
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