Do you ever get that feeling that you're doing something
wrong and then you do it anyway, knowing so very
well that it's so wrong? I make that choice, I battle my
demon, I do what's "right" in the name of what I
am supposed to feel is right, but it turns out, when all
my actions have been done, that the choice I had
made was the wrong one, and that I have rocked the world
and all its purity for what was, in the end, not
right at all.


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Right And Wrong
By Kate B
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When we are young, we are taught not to hurt others.

We are taught that fighting is bad. That stealing is wrong. That
killing is very wrong.

We learn that kicking hurts, that balled fists can knock out the
wind from another, and that words can hurt more than all
the sticks and stones, even though, earlier in life, the
opposite was told of us.

We learn that all the things we do effect affect the people that
we know, both positively and negatively. We learn that a
kiss and a hug is a positive reaction. And we learn that
a frown and biting sarcasm is negative.

All this, we learn before we are seven. I have checked up on the
logic that we did learn; we were taught such things when
we were in the first grade.

Now, I am sixteen years old. I listen to my parents, most of the
time, and I only occasionally pick on my sarcastic young
brother. I may sometimes argue with my boyfriend, but we
both know that we're in wild, passionate love. Sometimes
lovers must fight. That is just the way it is.

But, in the years that have gone by, I have hurt more people than I think I have ever helped.

I have killed. I have stolen the lives of people, even though we
all know that the most of them were "bad" people. I have
watched them die, having stolen the last breath of their
lives from their mouths. Maybe, maybe, I was not the one
to truly take that breath, but it was caused by me.

And why? For a world I have left? For a kingdom that is gone? For a future I have yet to understand?

I have fought in the name of a dead world. Of a century long ago
ended. Of a world that I am no longer a part of, in most
senses.

I have fought for what is right. Or is it right? I do not know for certain. I have yet to know.

Do what you think is right. No matter what you have been told by
others about what is noble and what is good, do what you
think is right. What your heart sings is right. What you
have been taught will not mislead you, because those few
things that we keep with us all our lives are the things
that we will always believe in.

Break from the mold of doing what others tell you to be noble. Tell you to be good. Tell you to
be pure and sweet and right for the world. Too often they are NOT pure and sweet and right for
the world. The are dark and unkind and wrong for the world.

Like all I have done.

Turn back from your foolish ways of believing everything you are
told. Those who believe all words that fall upon waiting
ears are the truly helpless. They will be pawns for what
we call eternity.

Believe in the good of your heart. The mind may lie. What you are told may lie. But your heart
will forever tell you the truth. And it will show you the light. Your heart, versus the world.
That is what everything is.

That, my friend, is the real difference between right and wrong.

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Fin
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Author's Ramblings: After being sick from school and reading a
few too many fanfictions, this came to mind. I wrapped the text
as I did as a dramatic tool. This fic was totally out of my
style, and I have no idea from wence it came.

Dedicated to the normal person I dedicate this too, for no other
reason than the fact I am wildly in love with him.

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