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Between love and hate I stare at the choices laid in front of me with a ticking clock and time running out Between love and hate perhaps the middle ground is acceptance —neither wanted nor shunned— between love and hate I was just there on the middle ground
Between beauty and filth I stare at the choices I have yet to pick with shifting trends and times uncertain Between beauty and filth perhaps the middle ground is the self —neither pleasing nor atrocious— between beauty and filth I was just there on the middle ground
Between life and death I stare at the paths not taken filling me with questions of a thousand what-ifs and ominous and-thens Between life and death perhaps the middle ground is existence —neither happy nor broken— between life and death I was just there —on this path laden out for me—existing on the middle ground
