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TWO SIDES OF ME

I think there’s two side of me
with a constant struggle of me and thee
Tearing me two ways apart
stopping me from sharing the art
one is a virtuous child
who cries when someone takes his toys
the other is a selfish fool
acting like a stupid tool
one is a thoughtful soul
other likes to rock’n'roll

and then there is ‘I’
standing in the dark
waiting for the light
searching for the true identity
looking at those two entity…


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