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Coexistance

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The Duality of Life

black and white
ying and yang

can it mean different things to different people?
when does an idea become a fact? 

 if black is black and white is white
then each must exist for this to be fact
since each exist they exist with each other
no matter how you view it
they're viewed together

so true then, ying is not yang and yang is not ying 
but neither i bring

for good to be bad and bad to be good 
both must exist and not misunderstood

for me to be right then you must wrong
clearly you are not following along

if you are wrong and i am right
you got that idea from some random site

if you are right and i am wrong
that is not likely where i belong

the fact is
ying is me and yang is you
wherever there is black
white is too

one can't be
while the other is not
the roots are intrinsic
as a tree grows

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