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May 2014
What comes from this feeling?
This feeling of remorse, this feeling of hate,
This feeling that I can't dictate.
In a second, I feel my happiness leave
As a rush of anger clouds my relief.
In an hour, I feel my anger dissipate
As a wave of sadness arrives to congregate.
I don't even believe I have a personality
For all I can tell is I am a breaking anomaly
With emotions that stir like a hurricane
And wrap around me like cellophane.
What comes from this feeling?
I do not know, but all I can say is
I hope, one, day, I encounter true bliss.
Josiah Manzanares
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Josiah Manzanares  California
(California)   
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