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What if... We met before?
And I don't mean that we've forgotten.
I mean... Before we could even remember...
What if, before we knew ourselves, we knew each other?
...

When you're asleep I start conversing with the moon,
Then, ask for it to tell the sun all my intentions when the mood's right
It's just... I figured that since you'd be waking up soon
You'd get a feel for all my thoughts while warming your skin with the smooth light.
...

When talking to you there's a smile on my face
Knowing that you are right there with me calms my mind and my pace
You rest peacefully in my mind during the times that you're away
"Please don't let my other thoughts awake you" is the thing that I pray...
...

I'll give you food for thought, then, really feed your stomach...
Pray for you, although, it's dreams you're hunting.
I know your heart, being turned, like it's been squeezed of lovin'
Caused you to close up like Pixar's screen/ production
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I'm tryna define myself but feel I lack the means to do it
I'm coasting between my selves, my "trouble" one and the improvement
Steady treading shallow deeps in attempts to balance, the truth is
My communication's great, yet, when it comes to you it's useless...
...

If and since I'm down to earth, you feel like sunlight on the dirt
Although I know you're kind because you're used to being hurt
You feel you're lost sometimes 'cause you're not used to being searched
To find the things you view as perks or sought to see what you are worth
...

I feel like I'm wearing your shoes and even though that sounds insane..
We're wearing opened-toe'ds, we've both been stubbed, we know that pain
You probably don't have many that can actually relate
But I relate to you like kin... does Ryu.. though it's no game
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I found you in a place I never thought I would... A place where I resigned
The thoughts of finding anybody who was ever worth my time
I found you when I lost myself to shallow deeps and rubble climbs
And... garbage heaps, and... troubled minds that didn't understand that I
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You're from around the block like containers for lego pieces
...A part of something grander, though, I'm sure that you don't see it
You don't see how, at this moment, you've just became interweaved in
A picture so big enough that we could see we're pixels meeting
...

Why can't I just be myself? Being me is how I'm designed
You have these boxes and these labels that fit nowhere in my mind
I think it's time for, I, to shine the shine inside these eyes of mine
Not binded by these blinded eyes who see all, but, what I've inside
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I look down and see fireflies dancing around my hand
I sit trying to understand if their whole plan is just... to dance
"Constantly interacting without any touching is the plan?
Which one of them decided that? This friendshipzone is too advanced."
...

I welcomed you in my heart
But I guess that it was too soon
Because you viewed it as four walls
And tunneled outside with a spoon
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What if... We met before?
And I don't mean that we've forgotten.
I mean... Before we could even remember...
What if, before we knew ourselves, we knew each other?
They say that us, as beings, are composed of two parts. A physical. And a spiritual.
The spiritual, being a being of energy.. Of life. And the physical, what we see.

What if, before our energy was channeled into what we are, we already were?
Interacting with each other.
Intertwining with each other.
Engaging in dances or conversations around the stars, orbiting around each other like planets gravitating towards the other,
Choosing to be locked at the hips like a keychain or two arthritis prone old folks?

What if our beings, our energies, were originally creating material that God molded, gaining personalities by being around him for so long, before being hammered like molten metal into consciousness?
Would that explain why us focusing on him brings us closer to each other?
Why, you, so easily, effect my mental state?
Why I feel a reverberating ache more from you than anyone else?

What if you were mine before you were yours?
..Before you were your family's?
Before you were yourself, or, even your mom's?
... And I was just as equally yours?
Would that explain why it feels we're meant to be? Why we Feel the same?
Why it feels like your very being was made for mine, and mine, tailored to yours?

Why we're the same crazy?

...Because other than that I have no idea why, the way we are, makes any sense..
Though it doesnt.
I don't know you, but, it feels like I do.
It hasnt been long since we met, yet, it feels like I've known you forever...
So, what if I have?

What if I've always known you?
And, you, me?
Before we knew it.

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