||A balance of good °
& bad •\\
Highest rank:- #12 in Poetry! [3/12/16]
Where I relate my life to the pieces of universe, only to make an incomplete puzzle.
Incompleteness is beautiful, isn't it?
So is nothing.
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_/ B I R T H
No, This was supposed to be equal I was supposed to be normal Good and bad should be equal. So why? Why did my demons Die. Why? Did I won. No, please make me normal as I used to be. I want to be good and bad, equal parts of my heart. I am not good. But why is there more goodness in me? That makes me different, I've been told from the start Of my existance, that different is bad. It's not normal. I'm not normal? Maybe that's why I was the last one to survive. I cannot get the satisfaction of death, I guess. Were my demons weak? Was this war only a fragment of my imagination. But- I, I feel bad for being good. I feel bad for defeating my demons, it's like defeating... myself. Am I the loser? I don't know anything for sure. Why am I feeling guilty for being happy? I hope this guilt won't last longer. I have a universe to make. Now, I can make a universe filled with good, I guess.
