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I love when I feel happy It comes around constantly More often that it may seem When they see my face They feel a cold embrace When in actuality I welcome all emotions equally Its usually just my fear That causes how I may appear Like a spider or a bee I fear you much more than you do me   And if you were to hear me speak You'd find no tongue and cheek I offer my olive branches Quiet earnestly And even though I may hibernate And my fear eventually takes over me I always in the end Feel the burning under my skin I love in bursts Its violent And it can hurt But I love I love I love I love I love being happy So happy I bounce off the walls Off of you Off of the mountains Until it echos   I love being sloppy in my joy I love leaving a mess I love when it's overjoy And I love the overkill I love being so happy It runs out completely And the car in my heart sputters And stops in the middle of the road I love walking to the next gas station With my shoes in my hand Feeling exhausted Like I could never love again But nevertheless I always seem to find The next station And I refuel And I can go again
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
Sloppy
I love when I feel happy It comes around constantly More often that it may seem When they see my face They feel a cold embrace When in actuality I welcome all emotions equally Its usually just my fear That causes how I may appear Like a spider or a bee I fear you much more than you do me   And if you were to hear me speak You'd find no tongue and cheek I offer my olive branches Quiet earnestly And even though I may hibernate And my fear eventually takes over me I always in the end Feel the burning under my skin I love in bursts Its violent And it can hurt But I love I love I love I love I love being happy So happy I bounce off the walls Off of you Off of the mountains Until it echos   I love being sloppy in my joy I love leaving a mess I love when it's overjoy And I love the overkill I love being so happy It runs out completely And the car in my heart sputters And stops in the middle of the road I love walking to the next gas station With my shoes in my hand Feeling exhausted Like I could never love again But nevertheless I always seem to find The next station And I refuel And I can go again
Sorry I am getting tired so it might not be good but it's honest I am in a happy mood swings and I could throw things about it
#happiness#joy#sloppy#messy#violent#bpd#love#surge#manic
learningfromlosing
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learningfromlosing
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
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