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May 2015
I feel it deep within,
He shares my skin,
We share the sins,
We are twins,

Though, he may be me,
And I may be he,
Neither of us are truly free,
It will always be we,

He is tearing away,
And might just stay,
For more than a day,
I truly can't say,

Ruin me, no hesitation,
As if it gives him elation,
Leaving only devastation,
Yet, he is my creation,

I had no *****,
Couldn't make calls,
Or even handle the falls,
But he never stalls,

Is he the better me?
He does it more efficiently,
Maybe we shall see,
What will be will be,

I am at a loss,
At this point its a toss,
I don't know who is boss,
Nor to bear what cross.
Topher O'Neal
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Topher O'Neal  28/M/My head
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