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The Art of Balance
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verse poem by Niña Ysabelle
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L Ramos
The moment she accepted the compromising chance, Urgency is visible within her eyes.
From her tone, to her posture, Seemingly uneasy, finding no comfort from her chair.
But from the way she spoke, no hesitation was hinted. It's as if she's anticipating it. She truly hasn't figured it out yet. So for now, she could only hope.
Hope that everything will turn out as she wished for. Hope that the world may be in her favor. She wished she had full control of what she was feeling. But for now, she could only hope.
