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Feb 2012
Looked in the mirror,
And I saw three people,
Looking back at me.

They were so different,
Motives crisscrossed.
Only showing sometimes in reality.

I saw my best friend,
He looked at me dead in the eyes.
Whispered wise words, into my mind.

Told me to be,
Calm and controlled.
Help others feel alive, do what I am told.

Beside him stood my worst enemy,
He smiled like the devil and said,
"Feeling are for fools, **** everybody."

Asked me if I cared about him or her,
Reminded me that nothing fun,
Comes out from being pure.

In the middle sat a boy,
Was it me?
He rocked back and forward crying himself to sleep.

Screamed his questions,
In unseen rage.
"Who the hell are you, where is your cage!?"

I stared at the three,
Tried to make sense of it all.
My mind couldn't take it so it jumped just to fall.

Destroyed by the questions,
My mind denied the heart's lies,
Shut off my eyes, now I am truly blind.
I am three people. They don't play well with each other.
Wuji
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Wuji
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   --- and Terry Collett
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