Disbelief kept,
Eventually invites madness.
To accept with it hoped,
Behavior found inappropriate...
Will change its way shown.
And with time given,
Becomes correct.
And what about this,
Which is unbelievable...
Yet appears achievable.
Is the depth of those deluded,
Who actually perceive...
An acceptance,
Of their own madness to correct
Is not who they see,
Themselves reflected to be.
Or have been.
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