I split myself open for you, sewing myself up hurts, it’s true.
You sell them your soul
Games change,
You see the dice roll.
The ambiguity and never ending optimism,
The shifts in paradigm!
Looming, fearful
And Paradoxically worrisome.
Being doleful; an addiction?
Neither of you can find happiness.
One piece breaks into two
Tell me, which one are you?
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