the one thing about the world that isn't spoken of enough
is how nothing,
and i mean absolutely nothing,
is completely bad or completely good.
good will always be there in bad,
and bad will always be there in good.
it's just how the world, the universe, keeps its balance,
its bittersweet, seemingly eternal, cycle.
it doesn't even have to be immense,
good could be the tiniest speck in bad,
and bad could be the tiniest speck in good.
some person could be the best you've ever met,
but even they have bad in them, flaws.
another could be the worst,
the one you despise the most,
believe it or not, they've too got that speck, that speck of good, hidden under that ruthless look.
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Endless Whispers
Poetryoriginal poems, made by meeeee this book will very randomly be updated, just whenever i feel like it, i don't wanna go on a publishing rampage and just blurt out a dozen poems at once (¯▿¯) hell, it could even be updated once a year or something, ho...
