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Jul 2017
Highs never take me
Gradually down.

I drastically drown.

Dramatically,
Falling to
The pit of the ground.

Falling upside
Down,

So this smile's a
Frown.

And vice versa.

Can't compete with
Inertia.
But somehow, getting high just
Throws me into a
Circle.

The cycle never ends,
It's never-ending.

I keep forgetting,
That this **** is
A curse and
Blessing.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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