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Oct 2018
People always worry about me,
and about my sanity.
My emotions are always in a hurry,
and it's leaving everyone in a flurry.
To understand me, they got me something,
they got me a little mood ring.
Its always changing,
my emotions raging.
The mood ring is a lovely piece of jewelry,
but it doesn't explain me.
My friends say it's broken,
and when the seller said it worked, he was joken'.
But here's the thing,
its me, not the mood ring.
KittenKat1
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KittenKat1  15/F
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