When all love you, one hates you
And when all hate you, one loves you
Not one can have a perfectly normal life
Nor a perfectly abnormal life.
I believe to all there is a but one
This but one is the reason why we still work hard each day
This but one is the reason why we still have hope
This but one is the reason why we can say "my life is not perfect"
Or "I still have a chance"
No matter the situation you are in, you can never say
"I'm completely out" or "I have won completely" for there is a but one
But can this but one be taken away?
Yes and no! For it is what makes life a continual story
And makes life an ended story.
Life can never be complete neither can it ever be incomplete.
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Poetry~Deep or hollow ~Emotional or emotionless ~Love or hatred ~Today or tomorrow It's your choice
