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Who am I?
Am I me? Or am I you? Down inside me is where you dwell That is where you need to stay Given the chance to irradicate you - I may You make my life hell I feel like a coin It's the luck of the flip Because I have two sides But with the wrong flip - I loose my grip Half of my goes - on an acid like trip As the other picks up a strong drink - and begins to sip Causing my whole being - to rip Breaking everything in sight All while trying to get into a fight It's only when I finally reach the absolute top That I stop And then drop ...... When I wake - the other side doesn't know Someone who was once your friend - now may be your foe Don't lie You love the feeling of this high But think The other side may eventually take control And know No one really wants that - deep within their soul
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