To no avail I fail to relinquish this imbalance, a drainage of my stability and symmetry, derailing the psyche until it questions existence, rummaging for any adaptability or counterbalance
I'm dead wrong to think that reconstructing a peace of mind isn't obtainable, a very discouraging inquisition, unseemly it's inescapable, won't allow myself to fall flat by bottling up this sense of repetition, I know nothing's too unachievable if you have enough deliberation
Yet I still take it all with a grain of salt, can't let hopelessness be a crutch anymore, hesitation is sadly a default, can I forget decables and lose touch more? Yet I still take it all with a grain of salt
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Counterbalance
Poetry'Counterbalance' is about me fighting a inner battle of yin and yang, trying to feel whole again while still thinking so bleak.
