(2nd of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
We had rollicking times,
We got away with all kinds of crimes
Because it was just us.
We had our share of ups and downs,
Though we managed to bury our frowns
Because It was just us.
But the bad days would multiply,
And we just wanted to cry
Because it was just us.
We became so unhappy,
We went through years of therapy
Because it was just us.
I woke from my repression,
Which lifted the depression,
And realized my true identity;
It was just me.
My subconsciousness
Had made up just us.
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