By Abby Ar    Abby Ar

The world is full of people.
With more people coming,
And more people leaving,
We somehow maintain a balance.
The good and the bad.
If the world is split in two,
Where does the neglected,
The broken,
And the weak go?
If the world is only filled with good and bad,
Then they are left to tremble.
To tremble beneath the weight of everyone else.
It is heavy,
And relief is nonexistent.
The warm bodies of those they carry
Keep them alive from the cold darkness.
The good comes,
And the bad comes.
There seems to be nothing else.
No chance to change.
No chance to breath.
No chance at all.

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