The line in between

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Where's that line between life and death? 
Where's that line between happy and sad? 
The line in between truth and wrong, 
A line that's neither too short, nor long. 
The line on which we are supposed to live, 
And neither be ecstatic nor start to grieve
A line so important but it amounts to naught, 
A line that seperates a poem and a mere thought. 

~Mystery Night

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