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**I am one voice I am alone But I hear a ringing in the Distance,  It could be imagined I could be only one in this land Of perpetual darkness.** *Could there be anyone else but Me, I hear echoes as if something Far but near, I am in the vastness Of a blinding white, There has To be more to this than me.* "I run in blackness never a direction seen" "I run though blinded by what isn't seen" *I reach this edge as if a finite space, Mirrored, contorted images, An aura of what that which is Opposite to me.* **Running until I hit upon a enclosed space, I see a detachment of what is viewed. I'd look upon, as my features blinded By this reflection of confusion, bathed In purest puzzlement.** I touch the boundary I touch upon  the confines "Yours" "Ours" Palms  grasp upon each, a moment of clarity As what was single parts unite as a merged Thought of right or wrong, a conscience, Of two parts that on meeting became the Same but singularly separated. Voices that Speak in sync, but always different together and apart as one.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Two Diffrent Sides Of The Mind
**I am one voice I am alone But I hear a ringing in the Distance,  It could be imagined I could be only one in this land Of perpetual darkness.** *Could there be anyone else but Me, I hear echoes as if something Far but near, I am in the vastness Of a blinding white, There has To be more to this than me.* "I run in blackness never a direction seen" "I run though blinded by what isn't seen" *I reach this edge as if a finite space, Mirrored, contorted images, An aura of what that which is Opposite to me.* **Running until I hit upon a enclosed space, I see a detachment of what is viewed. I'd look upon, as my features blinded By this reflection of confusion, bathed In purest puzzlement.** I touch the boundary I touch upon  the confines "Yours" "Ours" Palms  grasp upon each, a moment of clarity As what was single parts unite as a merged Thought of right or wrong, a conscience, Of two parts that on meeting became the Same but singularly separated. Voices that Speak in sync, but always different together and apart as one.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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