poem #2: different strings

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do you believe,
in the red string of fate?
i once believed that ours was broken,
but it's simply not connected at all.

our fate strings were not broken,
we just thought that it was,
i just realized,
it's not connected.

you already found the end of your string,
while i'm left here wondering,
if there's someone at the end of mine,
or it's just an endless nothing.

"connected but broken",
it's a lonely thought,
for the naive girl,
but now what a joke.

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