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Over here, fresh anew

looking towards me looking towards you

yet you were you and i were i

i was what i thought had died

a fresh stream of watery insurrections

bringing hope to one damaged from breaking walls

walls meant to define not hold

outshone by their own designs

im here with my self less than selfless yet

only all to eager to find you

as you are me

if declarations were like shooting stars

bright with vision with lucidity

ill keep my honor as i would, find my serenity

disingenouous when faced with hypocrisy

adhering my own destiny