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Oct 2018
My mind is a tangle of cognitive dissonance.

Oh, how mysterious. This emotion comes in waves.
I’m delirious when I let my heart cave.
Carve a mask for my face; no my smile isn’t fake
but my happiness is temporary and depression is my default.

Life can be sweet, but I mostly taste sea salt.
Preston Gearin
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