So We Live On
The day she became me
She died in a ditch
Her body looked the same
My soul --- confused, became her's
Together we float down
'til we collide with the ocean
and drown --- Unable to balance
Unstable --- trying to live is just,
a funny-looking dance
Crippled --- my heart aches
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