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I could write the deepest poem, have the brightest smile to ever be shown,

Feel good about it, drop it, then feel all alone.

Everything seems to give me vertigo.

I could go out for an evening, build a new Rome

Rule for an hour, then feel like nothing at home.

My emotions are never carved in stone.

My thoughts, and interactions are so complex.

As complex as a ship meant to float, as it sinks.

As complex as a genius unable to think.

I have to base my happiness on cold facts.

So my brain can know how much seratonin to retract.