If you were to look through my perspective, you'd see the world as it truly is. Good is bad and bad is good. I know, it's confusing but think of it as a twisted story with a twisted ending. You know, were the good character in a book turns evil in the end or was always evil to begin with but was just hiding behind a freindly mask. The evil character turns good at the end or was always good but he/she was blinded by hatred pr pure anger.
What I'm trying to say is, just because it looks good or bad doesn't mean that it is. You think some people are good but they're not. the hero doesn't always win. the way i see it is people like, scratch that, want to see the good not the bad. to me it's like people are looking through glasses that they don't even need. it's all blurry. You can't see things clearly or you miss things that are right in front of your face.
If only you were to look through a magnified glass instead. Then you'd understand. Nothing is as it seems in this world. Beautiful things can turn ugly real quick.
Now me, I see this clearly. I see and hear things clearly. I've had this understandment for this world. I know its weaknesses and strengths. Not only do I know the world's strengths and weaknesses, I also know everyone's strength and weaknesses. Because of this, people stay away from me. No one wants their weaknesses pointed out.
But if I learned one thing it's that the weaknesses are always going to be there weather you point it out or not. No matter what. It's always going to be there.
Always.
I will tell you my weakness. It's death himself. I don't want to die or be dragged to hell, kicking and screaming. i tried to hide, believe me i tried, but he always finds me.
Always.
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