Yin and yang homie, it was my aspiration, to be the Yin Yang King, it was my dream, so close to it, sometimes I'm heavy, the burden is great, the ocean is deep, sometimes I'm light, like a feather, as fresh as the breeze, I used to walk the abyss, I slayed all manner of beasts, my swordsmanship is very refined, but I yearn for it, like a golden goose, to be a general in hell, sometimes, I wish the heavens would just take everything, that bitter struggle, of life and death, so many ghosts and demons, haunting my actions, but I can’t escape my nature, my understanding of this arrangement, is it wrong, anyways, it pulls me to the surface, it’s so buoyant, like I can walk on water, the beginning and the end, maybe on some deeper level, I am connected to it, that primordial fish, the night sky, the leap year, so many piranhas, such is fate, I could have already fallen in.

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