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May 2019
With thoughts tuned to two frequencies I'm forced to play  both sides,
I attempt to  twist and turn  each  at my hand, It seems fun but they can  become intangible as sand,
One side wishes to be well known but not exposed,
The other  doctors itself and recommends it's own dose,
It seeks recognition in all that  sees,
One seeks fame while the other is concerned with titles in it's name,
Each of them has individual minds,
They can be loving and cooperative  but inevitably one must  fall behind,
For a captain is one and the deed must be done,
The strongest of them  shall yield the wheel,
For I am a victim of my own radical thoughts.
Written by
Waynepatrick  19/M
   BR Dragos
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