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Mood Swings the air I exhale feels stale like stagnating grief tears I cannot weep are stuck

inside this empty drum is this what I have become an empty shell a bottomless well the air I inhale feels alive like a heaving hive joy I cannot contain seeps into my brain igniting my soul making me whole

by Linglang

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