Why is it difficult
to separate the lies from the truth,
the unfair from the just, and
the bad from the good?
But isn't that how the world
remains its balance?
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
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Why is it difficult
to separate the lies from the truth,
the unfair from the just, and
the bad from the good?
But isn't that how the world
remains its balance?
