
Drowning in the possibility of a setback being karma in disguise,
The fight between optimism and anxiety that lies between the eyes,
The perceptions I'm so prone to seeing but deciding which one to believe,
The overthinking in me is something that I'm finding a balance to see,
Should I cry? Or should I hide? Or is this all just apart of my mind,
It's overwhelming sometimes so I detach to survive,
It brings me to a moment of calmness to realise,
This just is and for that I must flow with life,
This for me is a continuous growth in time,
As I learn about parts of me I never turned to realise,
It's bitter beauty that I'm comfortable with life not being precise




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