Who she wanted to be
And who she was
Weren't so different after all.
Everything is not up or down
Left or right
Or strong or weak.
Life is not just black or white
But an abundance of colours
Each fading into the next.
There are never just two sides to anything
Because when you look closer you see that what seem to be two opposing sides
Are actually joined, blending in an endless number of ways
The lines are so blurred it's impossible to tell where one side ends and the other begins.
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Breakable
PoetryNOUN 1. Something that is fragile and easily broken "She was breakable, ready to collapse at any moment."
