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Solid Ground

Still searching for that solid centre ground. Knowing that the only reliable thing Is Unreliability Just ain’t helping right now. Eroded self trust is my foundation, my bedrock, my stability. And time and time and time again The ever powerful waves of self doubt Undermine and eat away At what is supposed to be my touchstone. No matter how quickly and steadfastly the defences are built, Those cracks of insecurity fill with The constant drip, drip, drip of Muddied, toxic delusion until once again The ironic inevitability of unreliability crumbles, Washing away the solid, centre ground.

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