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Lost Once More

And sometimes I ponder staring at the masses of stars above,I sit one moment a roaring mess of blood rushing through my veins

The next a sea; calm after a storm.

There are 2 souls who reside within me, 

Polar opposites, 

Constantly confused,

The question is, who am I?

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