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Opposite Or Opposite

We stare at each other from across the void of my sleeping mind, just staring Glaring black eyes to my own bright blue Gleaming red locks to my own raven hue Short, stocky limbs to my own long, thin legs Short, blocky arms to long willowy limbs Nothing at all to everything in the world

So opposite.
So alike.

We share nothing but the one common thing everything does, a mind I live in hers and she lives in mine Her thoughts become my thoughts and my thoughts become her thoughts Her calm, easy glance and my hard pained stare I cannot live without—

So different.
So same.

She is so nice and so easygoing I am not I am violent Not my pain, hers She grimaces and twists in pain while I do not break Her dance is a slow waltz and mine, the art of breakdance She likes to read and write while I bite and fight

So unbalanced.
so balanced.

But yet we coexist We survive, we strengthen, we live We will prevail We will realize that we will win We won’t fail, we won’t fall

WE SURVIVE.
WE MAY BE SAME.
but we be opposite.

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