silentbob at birth.
same hospital.
taken to different homes. different cities. different states.
different lives.
different views.
different expectations.
different people.
same school.
same head colds.
same class.
same bed.
same apartment.
same town.
same life.
same disieses.
separated at death.
peachmelba waking up alone knowing you are not here even though i dreamt of you lying next to me with your legs tangled to mine, i know now you and i were separated by roads afar for me to travel to see you again. 041031
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