The Split

I am two,
Divided by a cushion wall,
Guarded by a fading guilt,
Spied on by a hungry beast.

I am two,
He is what I wanted,
He is what I dreaded.

I am two,
Feeling numb inside,
No more I can fight.

I am two,
I'm losing control,
The wheel I cannot hold.

I was two,
Now I am one.


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