There are two of me.
One sits calmly as days go by
Smiling, teaching, laughing, living
One sits in the darkness of remembrance
Crying, hating, screaming, dieing
There are two of me
One believes in the joy of tomorrow
Praising, rejoicing, hoping, loving
One has naught to be believe in
Except doubt, fear, pain, regret
There are two of me
I am neither
I am both
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