This World Of His

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"You need to leave. In case you had not noticed, it is not safe here." his voice startled me when he spoke.

I slowly nod, still aware of the weapon aimed at me. My unwavering gaze fixated on his partially covered face, as I try to decipher why he seemed familiar.

"You look kinda cute with a gun against your lips, but I still suggest you get out of here." he breaks the silence, his deep voice laced with amusement.
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The line between good and bad, it can be hard to distinguish. Ask any friend, even multiple, what something bad is, and then ask what something good is. Did you agree? Did you disagree? Ask another about those two same things, did they agree? Did they disagree? Everyone has an opinion about good and bad. So who really know's the difference? Who's to say what is good, and what is bad? Who decides at the end of the day, what can be done, and what can't be done. The line between good and bad, it's very thin at times.