My Dr Jekyll and His Mr Hyde
My tears are streaming
His eyes were beaming
My thoughts turn to past acts
His thoughts expose the cracks
My never-ending mental torture
His tools are put in order
My race is coming to an end
His race is at the first bend
My end is nigh
His begins on a high
My time here has ended
His time is open ended
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