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We were birds of a feather, and we stuck together

But how come it had to end?

We talked every day, revealed more of us

But two were always at war

Eventually, the war was lost, and won

The gang broke up,

Election Day, in Washington's time,  

It was simple and reliable. 

Now, some centuries later, 

Women's rights are in danger. 

Yet,

A criminal is up to the poll, 

Is Mercury in Retrograde

Or is it true

How you and me

Are never true

I feel one of us is always holding back

And the other, is punching back. 

I never know anymore

I never know what is true

I grew up hating school

Feeling self-conscious because I was "un-cool"

Just because I got pulled out of the room

This feeling, however, never went away

Through school and friends, it has always been that way