On days that seem to go on forever,

I grasp to hold onto something,

Not realizing quite yet,

That which I seek,

Is here.

So near,

Yet I critique,

And find it hard to bet,

On this bird with a broken wing,

Who fools the world trying to be clever.

And tries to manipulate whomever,

But people are much less trusting,

After watching me fret,

Not seeming weak,

They jeer.

I fear,

Is life so bleak?

Blind to all I regret,

Yet there has to be a reason to sing,

So I soar up to this new endeavor.

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"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒"

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒-𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑠

𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 aBcDe eDcBa aBcDe eDcBa

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