Coin Flip
He stands in your shadow. He walks in your steps.
He sits where you do. He sleeps where you slept.
He speaks with your voice. He sees with your eyes.
He tells only truths. He tells only lies.
Sometimes he whispers. Sometimes he screams In rage.
Sometimes he's free. Sometimes he’s locked in a cage.
He feels your torment. He feels your pain.
He shares your emotions time and again.
He lives your life. He dies with your death.
He’ll be there when you take your last breath.
He may never be known. He may never be seen.
He might remain a mystery. Found in a dream.
Try as you may you can never be apart.
From the darkness that dwells, Deep in your heart.
Without him you couldn’t be whole.
For both good and evil resides in the soul.
Life flips the coin and sometimes you can choose.
Rarely you can win. But most often you lose.
Its a cruel game that we must all play.
It will never end until our dying day.
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