Wore two faces at once,
But only to dissipate the doubts,
Only to not be perceived as a dunce,
Did not want unfriendly smiles; no handouts.
Look to my right; I laugh,
Look to my left; I cried,
Always divided; one, into half,
The ups and downs I hid with pride.
From two identities to none,
The possibility to rediscover the one and only was presented,
Yet continually being wounded by my own self created gun,
Thought process completely segmented.
Now the two faces lay restless on a floor made of blue and red bricks,
The astonishment of the clones can be shown directly on their brow,
Time to reconstruct, to re plan and fix
Every part of the script…….
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