Who am I. . .really?
A two-sided coin, unsure if with the Darkside, or Light.
My master controls me; my soul tight within his grasp,
His puppet I now am.
He commands and I obey.
But there's that small part of me
A place he can't reach or touch,
Within my meditation chamber, I let it free.
My memories soar; high as only one's dreams can go
And I remember different, happier times. . .with her,
Also with another master, one kinder and caring.
For a while I play with these dreams,
Until my meditation is done and then,
I tuck these secrets back deep within a corner of my mind;
Able to face another day of hell, one I made myself.

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