It's been this way for so long... how do we get back to something that almost never was? Can you be guilty of something you didn't do?
Here's a riddle I wrote... if you get it don't post the answer.
Two from one
Together yet separate from each other
Dark as night and fair as light
One loved and hated, one hated and loved
The innocence is hidden under shadow, the guilt flashes in the morning sun
And the more you look, the harder it is to see which one is which one
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