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The Basis


I never promised to be perfect,
Nor asked for you to be.
I never needed much at all,
Just your respect for me.

The things we said were different.
Our opinions weren't the same.
And it seemed to add some contrast,
Our debating was a game.

But it seems we've lost direction,
And the cost seems rather high.
Debate has become argument.
What have we done and why?

Have we forgotten creativity?
Each viewpoint heard in turn?
Our basis? Our foundation?
Our friendship and concern?

What have we done?
Where did we go?
What purpose?
Where's the gain?
Stubborn. Cold. Unwilling.
The basis of our pain.









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