I miss the days euphoric The wonderful tunes of music that made me frolic The times when love was a tonic drink that made me a stoic alcoholic.
But life is tragic enough to render anyone a philophobic; making them manically depressive, making humor esoteric, making them despise anyone whom to love
was ecstatic.
This was written October 26, 2014.
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