I used to think we were different. I was nowhere close to being like him. But that day when the train passed by and my anger shot up, I see now that he was me and I, him. We have the same reactions, the same reflexes.
But what kept him in me is that we had each others' back. God forbid if one got hurt, the other half would rain down hell, no fake smiles, no apologies. But we were never meant to last, why? For we were the same, him and I, we had the same rage.

- Dancing Barefoot