You and Me and We and I are unpredictable.
You is mostly caring but can be combative at times.
Me is closely followed by -lancholy but when Me is alone, Peace can usually be found.
When You and Me are together, Peace will stick around. But it can still feel like something is missing.
We is happiest. No one can really deny. But We can be very tumultuous.
I is completely different with Love, but alone, I only confides in Misery.
You and Me can turn into We, but they don’t really decide when that will be.
There is speculation it happens the less time they spend with I.
I is quite the smooth talker and incredibly possessive.
I speaks unfavorably of We, although We never does of I.
You and Me often don’t know who to believe.
And even when they think they believe We, they say to themselves, “I bet I could be a better We.”
I tends to sneak back in.
I lingers for fear of being forgotten, of becoming a memory like the Is past.
I wasn’t always so different from You and Me. I once tried to become We.
You and Me risk it all when they try to become We. I took that same risk without realizing I has to become You and Me before it can become We.
Angry, Alone, and Afraid were the first to come when I failed to become We. I wouldn’t listen to You or Me, and soon found solace in Misery.
You and Me and We and I are unpredictable. But they are also, undoubtedly familiar.
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