The brain has split, who can it be?

Must it be the one that everyone sees.

The false mask laughs and carry ons.

The true wonders where it went wrong.

From day of birth, to its gravestone day,

One side wonders why it should stay.

So many ways to see the end.

But where and how would it begin.

Water, smoke, fire, or lead,

The result the same, one side dead.

The other says no way, please don’t try.

But he says whom would care if you die?


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