If there truly is a balance, then for all the love we put out, there must be an equal amount of hate.
Love and hate can never truly conquer each other, so we're forced to balance on the middle of a teeter totter that only gets faster and thinner as time takes its own separate toll on the body.
I've been assured that life is a gift, but what is a gift to someone who doesn't like to receive but would rather give..?
And quite frankly, I'd rather give up.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
If there truly is a balance, then for all the love we put out, there must be an equal amount of hate.
Love and hate can never truly conquer each other, so we're forced to balance on the middle of a teeter totter that only gets faster and thinner as time takes its own separate toll on the body.
I've been assured that life is a gift, but what is a gift to someone who doesn't like to receive but would rather give..?
And quite frankly, I'd rather give up.
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