Swing
Melancholic happiness
My sadness comes back again until I sense a sense of glee
A Stagnant rollercoaster
My thoughts race until I can't make sense of my inner being
Minuscule obesity
My words get larger until they eat you up
Who can make sense of this manic soul?
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