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Treading delicately on the invisible lines
Between good and bad,
Between right and wrong,
Between truth and lie,
I see how blurry they are.
Like how betwixt day and night,
There is dusk
When the sun sets in scarlet,
When the moon and stars are faded.
I can't help but think,
Perhaps the world isn't black and white,
But shades of grey, some dark and some light.
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