The Grey(FirstDraft)
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  • Reads 426
  • Votes 174
  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 3m
Ongoing, First published May 29, 2024
Mature
In life, you have the good, the evil, and the normal. But let me ask you this: what really is good? On the other hand what even is considered evil? Is evil bad or good? Now here might be where you say evil is obviously bad. But if I were to commit a bad deed would I be conserved evil? Here you might say well that depends on how many bad deeds you've committed. Ahh, but there's the problem. I've committed multiple bad acts but all were for a good cause. What then? Am I evil or simply misunderstood? Would killing multiple people for the betterment of society count me as a murderer or a hero? That's the question. We look these days at heroes and villains at good guys and bad guys, the good always trying to protect and the bad well, they always trying to harm the innocent. So let me reframe my little scenario, would harming or killing the convicted mean I'm a villain? Or a hero? Which is which, that is the question. 
    
I am neither a hero nor a villain. I am neither white nor black, I am the Grey, the nether, the both. 

                                                                           This is my story.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?