Life is like a coin
there are always 2 side
to every story
Like yours
Like mine
I flip a coin
Good mother
I flip it again
Bad mum
One Side
Hate
Other Side
Love
I don't know
what to do with it
I struggle very long
with this coin in my pocket
Most of the time,
it roll so far away beyond reach
Rarely,
it brings me joy
I don't want to part with it
I don't want to not want it
But,
as a coin
it brings a heavy burden
Suffocating me
Making it hard for breathing
If I continue to carry it
the bad outweigh the good
No matter which side I ponder,
I have to leave something behind
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