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Imbalance
Am I set up for imbalance?
My tracks never change
and being plagued with self doubt becomes unchangable
Restricted to beside manor
self destructive urges.
Trying to grasp onto what I just cannot reach
It seems I can't start over
Cannot accept the past as gone
and move on.
I let my fear become my Satan
Squiting into the distant shore,
hoping for a brief glimpse
of who I was when I was good,
there must have been a time.
