'Dark' 'twisted'

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To be freed and to be chained That is my duality There is a part of me Wanting to be freed Wanting to break boundaries Then there is this part of me Like the dark side of the universe
Clear glass that cuts like a fork tearing flash like a rip in my shorts. Shattered ceramic like a pale child's doll cutting my vessel like a thin paper wall.
Èṣù, I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia after striking me as I stood, dead  center, in a vacillating road On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.  
Upon her cold pallid cheek, Death laid a final kiss. A parting gift life could never give.
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