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Best friend

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by deepakpattanayak

by deepakpattanayak

Me and my ego..

We are best friends,and we are best enemies..

For I am always ready with my weapons,bullets to dig holes in her..

And she is ready,with her patience,to build me up..

She says,she has two faces..

And one is good,one is evil..

And I said,I have thousand of faces,some happy,some sad,some melancholic,some silent,

Some dreaded,some detached..

And we fight,great wars..

Sometimes we sit,facing our backs..

Listening to each other..

She cries with my pain..

I listen to her in vain..

And we become best friends again..

Me and my ego,fight again..

Me with peace,she with anger,me with sorrow,she with scream..

And we shatter ourselves daily,as a fun game .