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Betty Dec 2020
An altered state
an increasing rate of change
developing a personal beauty range
Butterflies are always changing
Daniel Cuzzo Nov 2020
My words are amiss, lack understanding of my condition.
Love?  I can understand love.  I know, I used to be in love.
Writing was easy then.  It flowed like a fountain of August wishes.

There are times I think I’m broke – but I remember times I’ve felt before
There are times I think I’ll never love again – historically I’ve been back for more.
Yes the score is three to those opposed zero to those for (not that I’m counting);

but I must recover else my verbs and my nouns will be at war.
Clashing like the Siamese they named the pretty fish after,
running like Forest Gump with metal stilts – there’s

something amok with my speech.  Some adjectives are out of reach – replaced with
***** dozens of calamine clad lunatic assorted diatribes.
I take a calming breath – ponder if sheathing my pen would undo the madness because

there’s something eerie to my diction – something that smacks of stagnating affliction.
One that writhes at home and lonely, only to spread to hinder social workers
exercising their right to prescribe me happiness from plastic tubes.

Yes, I am bested with disease, my writing doesn’t please me as it should –
harsh memories swim goldfish through my oblate sphere –
I cannot escape:  the reason I am here.

It obeys me clear it’d be such a runaway tide if it came back –
stop.  Think.  Regroup.  The world is reorganizing right here.
Sum your odds with your ends and bow rap them with cellophane;

I said there’s something wrong with my brain.  It’s not in the pills –
it’s the chills.  It’s not in the sessions it’s the ceremony.
It’s not in the family, it’s the fame in me.

It’s not in the lines but the regurgitation.  It’s not in the messengers but placation.
Something’s altered with my love – it’s no longer linear like it was –
all tangled up in ineptitudes and casualties of my pen;

so much so, I’m afraid to write again…
Last poem with such LONG lines, hopefully.  As I go back, they're mostly for me.  I need to see this.  Now that I've grown out of it, that is.
Godlink Jun 2020
I'm slowly going c̴̨͈͓̖̿̀̎̊͂̒̄̽̒͝r̵̤͍͖̦̞̦̙̱͑̾̿́̃̎̊̎́͘͠ͅą̶̛̠̝̲̤̗̤̓̄͐̔̌̈́́̎̋̕̕ͅz̸̉̍̚­̗̹̫͇̝̤̦̖̺̲̂̋͐̈́̊͊̋̇̅͒̈́͠y̵̧͌͂̾͐͐̃̓̋͂͌͘͘͝,

i'm feeling so sad.

You make me feel l  oo  py,               ̸̧̼̤̱͖̱̩͎͇̘͓̖̫̮̘̪̘̫̭͉͖̟̘̪̬̲̰̹̉͜͠ͅͅ ̴̛̞̼̬̼̖̪̆͂̅͊̑͆͑̈́͌̀̏̈̃̈́̽͆̋̓̀̓̃͌̇̾̓̌̂̈́͐̊̍̚͝͠͠͠ ̵̧̛̬͈̞̲̲͈̦̬̥͈̳͇̋̂̾͒͑̒́͊̈́̿͗̉̓́̒̈͑̽̎͂̀̈́͊͊̀͒̏͊̀̒̽̅́̽͂͋͆̈̋̌́͛͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠­̨̡̡̨͙̱̱̝̬̪̤̤̝̥̠̠͍̜̤̰͓̥̲͇̝͕͕̺̝͚̦̣̙̭̜͙̣̭͙͍͔̰͜ ̴̡̧̧̨̛͖̳͚̱͕̞̪̰͙̘̤̳̦̝͓̯̦̳̘͔̤͎͓͕͕̙̈́̐̇̑̓̓͌̎̽̓͒̑́̄̏͒̕̕̕̚͘ͅͅ ̷̢̢̨̛̻͖̣̼͇̱̯̻͎͎̲̼̣̼̟̱̜̤͇̼̻͍͚͙̍͂͒̎̅̿̆̿͂̈́̍͂̃͋͊͗̔͑͝ͅ ̴̦̥̿̈̈́̐͒̆͊͐͂͂̆̈́̾̓͗̔̅̈́̓̈́̽̅̏̄͊̓̂̓̔͆̉͊͒͑͛͊̽̽̊͂́̕̚̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̸̨̠͕͎̮̪͇̺͔̻̳͎̘̖̣̠̠̬̪̹̺̠̺̦͈̞̉̓͛̐̃̈͊͑̌́̊̿̏̔̑̏͒̇́̀̾́̈́̆͐̾̂̒͛̆̊̎͘͘̕͜͜͝­̫̬̗̜͚̝̬̝̪͜ ̷̤̤̤̞͔̬̟͓̞͔̩͙̙̟̯̲̮̋́̏̌͊̾͒̀̿̒̌̋͋͋̾̃̃̍̀͊̒̈́̿͊͐͗̑̃̇̈́̀͒̇̀͌̀̎̋̆͘͝͝͠͝͠͠͠­̧̨̡̨͓̗̟̻͇̩̟̦̭̰̗͉̼͚̞̰̠̜͙̝̮̞̰̦͓̣̻̯͈̟̹̫͎͕̲͜ͅͅ ̴̛̛̲̱̞̼͔̓̎̅̈́̇̽͗̆͌̀̀͆̑̇̽̅͒͆̒͐̎̅́̔̔͆̉̈́̋̊̊̈͋̕͝͝͝͝ ̴̧̢̢̨̧̙̼͉̗̗͖̤͚̮̬̗̰̮͇̲̻̱͍̫̺͎̗͈̠̯̰͈͙̲̙͉͉̹̯͌̿̊̈́̑̉̈́͘͜ ̷̧̯̫̱̙̮̙͍͔̱̞̄͋̿͊̂́͐̀̽̂̊͒͋̿̈͐͆̈́̃͐̅̈́̕̕͘͘͝ ̸̧̭̣̜̞̞͕͎̥̙͕̩̠̟̣̙͚̬̫̼̰̩͔̞̩͍̻̆͛̄̐͂̆̀̊̅̄͌̇̌͑͜͜͝͝͠ ̶̘̞͈͉̗͎̤̱̦̦̠̤̻͎̩̲̯̠̤͉̩̦͍̙̪̲̞͇̫̦͓̘̟͕̮̮̺̤̎̿̿̓̓̔͊̉̔͐̅̈́́̀̄̓̂̓́̍̀͑́͘͘ͅ­̨̢͔̳̰̭͖̳̪͈̼̭ ̵̢̧̡̢̨̢̡͔͎̪͎̠̦̳̦̫͕̺̣̗̼̮̠̳̰̫͔̬̯̣̙͙͖̫̝̮̱̲̞̬̬͉̜͓͉͖̅͊̾̃̔̾ͅ ̶̨̡̨̛͍̖̭̯̤̦̠̖̞̪̺̗̮̹͕̺̜̜͖͎̓̈́̓͌̀̈́͊͗͗̍̆̽̄̈́̅̋̎͐̅̿̾͑̈́̂͑͐̉̒̕͘͝ͅͅ ̶̧̢̨̧̖͍͙̰̹͖͇͉̹̼̬̳̟̻͍̹̭̦̱͕̻̳̪͂͛̄̋͂̽̒͊̔̿͐̚͝ͅ ̴̢̨̢̢̨̢̧͙͇̯̜̖͕̻̟̜̥̰̥̞̲͉̲̣̲̥̫͓̳̟̩̣̔̏̉̌͐͆̋͐̔̿̐̓͂̕̚͘͠ ̵̢̧̛̰̜͖͉̬̦̺̙̊̑́̀̉́͗͆̆͂̓͛̓̌̐̍̊̿̍͊́͐̓͒̋̈́̌̓̊̀̎͒̑̑͋̄̏̐̀̅̆̆͛͋̚̚̕̚͜͠͝͠ͅ­̨̥̘̝̙͙̳͓̼̗̳̻̟̺̥̫̺̟̖̩͉̦͓̺̹̦̠̥̘͜͜ ̶̧̢̛͍̱͎̙̻̜̫̠͖͖̜̱͍̹̱̦͙̣͙̭͚͉̦̲̯͉̹̲͔̬̩̳̘̟̰͈͔͎̬̮͔̼͕͕͔͈͇͉͗̃̃̿̄̋̑͜͝ͅͅ ̷̡̢̡̱̙͕̬̤̺̞̦̳͍͖̳̟̹͕̙͖̭̺͔̙̱͉̙̰̲͍͔͓̲͈͓̗͇͚̥̩̦̣͚͙͜͠ ̶̯͙̪͓͚̻̭͔̮͇̥̰͔̞͔̜̅͗͛̃̐͛̇̄͆͛͛̄̈́̍̈́̕͜͝ ̸̨̧̛̛̛̲̯̩̹̼͉̟̬̭̙̽͛̑̂́̂̌̐̓͑́̐̀̊͛̊̂̕͜͜͠ ̵̨̢̡̢̨̛̼̼̦͚̖͖̝̜͚̣͎̜͚̹͇̻̲̩̥̮̱͔͈̤̍͆̇̾̏͠ͅ ̶̯̰̤̫͈̓̓̌̃̔͑͒̾̔́͑̅̿̒̏̈́͝͠͠͝ ̸̧̢̢̧̡̮͕̯͇̗̥̮̖͚̜̙̰̦̤̟͉̭̩̝͈̠̬̺̬̝̗͓̬͈͍͙̩̺͍̯̳̣̠̺̥̼̥̟̥̿̄̕͜͜ ̶̡̩͕̜̗̳̜͚̭̊͗̊̓̃͐͒͒̒̽̆̓͒̋͑͒̅̀͗̅̉͊̃̈͗͆̓͗͐̆̑̈́̌̍̔̚̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ ̴̧̧̠̞͇̖̩̹͉̗͙̖̗̻̳͖͓͕̦̟͖͍͉̦̟̱̼̤̖̞̯̘̤͈̰͇̲͔̱͚̝͚̰̦͔̼̳̱̦̦̺͇̍͂̃̂͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅ ̸̢̛̯͉͔͕̮̙̹̹̒͗̀͗͋̌̏̑̈́̈͆̾͊̇͑͌͐̇̀͆͂͑̊͊̊͋̈́̆̿̀̇̀͌͗̓͌͌̄͂̐͌̅̂͋̍̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅ­ ̴̨̂͜ ̵̛̛̜͔͈̜̰̜̏̎͛͛̅͊̌̒̈̉̆̏̇̈̐̈́̑̎̅͛́͒͑͐̾̑͛͑͐̄͂̓̓̏̈̀̿̒͂͌̽̀͒͂̕͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͝͝͠͝­̧̢̧̖͓̞̳̙͖̹̯̠͕͚̹͜ ̴̢̛̰̗͔̰̖̥̤̘̀̆̂̾̎̀́̍̏͆̐̈́́̆͆̾̅̀̽̽́̓̊͑͆̿̕͝ͅ ̴̪̘͕̲̒͋͌́̒̅̀̆̔͆͋́̈́̎͐͌̇̂͛̔͛͊̍͒̐̀̿̾̎́̀͒̉̏̏̂͗̎̉͆̏̏̈́̏̾̓̔̆̔̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͠͠͝­̧̨̧̨̧̨̢̢̧̧̤̰̙͖͕͈̫̙̮̞̤̥͉̮͍̮̭̦͓͓͚͚̱͖̘̣̹͉̯̞͇̫̤̣̱̦͙͖̫̣͈̗̖͔ ̶̡̨̡̙̙͔̬͓̤̦̰̦͚͇͙̹̤͇͔̫̟̞͚͎̞͍̹̦̦̩̝̪̙̥͒̑̉͋̚͜͜͝͠ͅ ̸̧̨̧̧̨̛̖͈̖͖̺͔̟̼̜̦͖̘̩̦̬̗͕̰̩̖̰̞̙̹̰̹̬͆̎̎̿̾̍͊̕͠ͅ ̴̨̛̭̙̝̞̤̪̯̝̩͉̞̘̪̟̝͎̬̋͋̄̔̔̑̽̎͂̈́̍̎͐́̋̂̅͐͐͗̓̈̆͊͌̌̃͌͑͋͛͂̈́͂̍̐̽̃̀͛͘̕͠͠͝­̧͙̭̠̟̬͔͎̭̦̤͇̮͜͜ ̷̛̛̬̲͉̖̼̘̞̼̯̦̘̪̠͚̠̖̗͙͍̳̖̣̲̦͙̑̓̐̀̐̆̑̓͌̄͛͆̈̃̑̅̒̒̈́̓̂̂́̄̓̔̉̅͆̏̾͗̓̉͘͝ͅ­̢̨̧͔̜̲̪̭͖̹̹͖͚̦̺̤̟ ̸̢̡̛͇͖͖͚́͊͐̐͐͒͂̍̑̀̆͋̄͛͑̃̂͛̽͗́̋́̓̅̎͊́͋̊̾̈̉̒̑̌͛́̈́͗̋̆͆̿̚̕̚͘͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̝̤̬̗̪͍̙̻̰̮̖̮̺̮̼͓͎̼̜̪̲̲̪̗̞͋͑̉̅̉͐̍̉̑͂͑̅̑̐̿̀̐̈́̒̎͆̈͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͝ ̴̛̛͚̙̩͎͙͉̦̖͈̖͈͎̱̲̯̳̝̞͚͖̜͉̊͛̓̐͗͊̿̓̋̀̄̄͛̇͌̍̿͑̓͆̃̓̎͋̇͛̑͂͗̆̀̍͌̂̈͐̈̾̚͝­̧̺͉̥͍̻̦̗̙ ̸̛̛̟̩̱̭͙͚͇̥̖̦̺͉̺͂̀̓͒͑̄͛́͑̑͆̅̀͊̍̋̈͋̉̄̓̃̈̿̓̅́̓́͆̊̾̎̿̐̚̚͝͝͝ ̶̧̢̡̛̻͚̺̫͉̮̗̩̠̭̗͖̖̮͙̖̩͙̫͇͚͎̀̇̊̉̿͗̀͆̋̔͊̽̈́̈͂͆̆́̚̚̕͘̕̚͠͝͝͝ ̵̨̛̛̫̱͎̩͖̯͚̮̳̪͙͖̲̤̘͌͌̀̐́̇͒͂͌̊̌̎̍̀̀̇͛͗̈͋͂̍̽̈́͒̋̾̂̅͂̅̈̎̀̽̋́̃͘̕͘͠͝͝͝͠­̱̝͈̝̩̦͙̞̺̲̦͜ ̶̨̨̢̛͖̺̙̙̬̦̙͔̠͖̝̬͂͌̌̅͐̆͛̅͛̀͂͗͛̐̓̿̆̋͗̑̓͛͑̈́̆̎̃̈́̏͑̓͛̈̂̕̕͜͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̢̢̡͍͇̹͍͔̖͍̤̦̪͈͙̘̠̞̹̗̥͔͖͔͉̘̗̬̹͔̯̮̤̦̼̘̹̬͓̺͎̩͓̮̅͂̄͛͑̇̂̌͋̎̓̊̓͂̏̄̓̎̚͝­̧̢͉̠̭ ̶̡̛̛̮͉̣͇̫̣̙͕̤̻͉̦͙̻̙͙̪̠͔͈̭͈̑̃̅̀́̃͊́̇̈́̓̽͐͆̓͒͗͂̈̑̓̊̎̐͌̋́͂̋̀͒͋̈́̀́́͝͠͝­̢͍̖͇̞̳̦͓̤͖͔̲̙̠͓͜͜ͅ ̵̢̛̛̝̰̫͕̩̻̘͈̹͙͕̗̩͓͓͕̖̫̇̓͗͋́̊̆͂̌̅̓̃̾̓̇́̕̚͝͝ͅ                      ­                                      

but that's not so bad.





                                                           ­                 ̸̧̼̤̱͖̱̩͎͇̘͓̖̫̮̘̪̘̫̭͉͖̟̘̪̬̲̰̹̉͜͠ͅͅ ̴̛̞̼̬̼̖̪̆͂̅͊̑͆͑̈́͌̀̏̈̃̈́̽͆̋̓̀̓̃͌̇̾̓̌̂̈́͐̊̍̚͝͠͠͠ ̵̧̛̬͈̞̲̲͈̦̬̥͈̳͇̋̂̾͒͑̒́͊̈́̿͗̉̓́̒̈͑̽̎͂̀̈́͊͊̀͒̏͊̀̒̽̅́̽͂͋͆̈̋̌́͛͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠­̨̡̡̨͙̱̱̝̬̪̤̤̝̥̠̠͍̜̤̰͓̥̲͇̝͕͕̺̝͚̦̣̙̭̜͙̣̭͙͍͔̰͜ ̴̡̧̧̨̛͖̳͚̱͕̞̪̰͙̘̤̳̦̝͓̯̦̳̘͔̤͎͓͕͕̙̈́̐̇̑̓̓͌̎̽̓͒̑́̄̏͒̕̕̕̚͘ͅͅ ̷̢̢̨̛̻͖̣̼͇̱̯̻͎͎̲̼̣̼̟̱̜̤͇̼̻͍͚͙̍͂͒̎̅̿̆̿͂̈́̍͂̃͋͊͗̔͑͝ͅ ̴̦̥̿̈̈́̐͒̆͊͐͂͂̆̈́̾̓͗̔̅̈́̓̈́̽̅̏̄͊̓̂̓̔͆̉͊͒͑͛͊̽̽̊͂́̕̚̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̸̨̠͕͎̮̪͇̺͔̻̳͎̘̖̣̠̠̬̪̹̺̠̺̦͈̞̉̓͛̐̃̈͊͑̌́̊̿̏̔̑̏͒̇́̀̾́̈́̆͐̾̂̒͛̆̊̎͘͘̕͜͜͝­̫̬̗̜͚̝̬̝̪͜ ̷̤̤̤̞͔̬̟͓̞͔̩͙̙̟̯̲̮̋́̏̌͊̾͒̀̿̒̌̋͋͋̾̃̃̍̀͊̒̈́̿͊͐͗̑̃̇̈́̀͒̇̀͌̀̎̋̆͘͝͝͠͝͠͠͠­̧̨̡̨͓̗̟̻͇̩̟̦̭̰̗͉̼͚̞̰̠̜͙̝̮̞̰̦͓̣̻̯͈̟̹̫͎͕̲͜ͅͅ ̴̛̛̲̱̞̼͔̓̎̅̈́̇̽͗̆͌̀̀͆̑̇̽̅͒͆̒͐̎̅́̔̔͆̉̈́̋̊̊̈͋̕͝͝͝͝ ̴̧̢̢̨̧̙̼͉̗̗͖̤͚̮̬̗̰̮͇̲̻̱͍̫̺͎̗͈̠̯̰͈͙̲̙͉͉̹̯͌̿̊̈́̑̉̈́͘͜ ̷̧̯̫̱̙̮̙͍͔̱̞̄͋̿͊̂́͐̀̽̂̊͒͋̿̈͐͆̈́̃͐̅̈́̕̕͘͘͝ ̸̧̭̣̜̞̞͕͎̥̙͕̩̠̟̣̙͚̬̫̼̰̩͔̞̩͍̻̆͛̄̐͂̆̀̊̅̄͌̇̌͑͜͜͝͝͠ ̶̘̞͈͉̗͎̤̱̦̦̠̤̻͎̩̲̯̠̤͉̩̦͍̙̪̲̞͇̫̦͓̘̟͕̮̮̺̤̎̿̿̓̓̔͊̉̔͐̅̈́́̀̄̓̂̓́̍̀͑́͘͘ͅ­̨̢͔̳̰̭͖̳̪͈̼̭ ̵̢̧̡̢̨̢̡͔͎̪͎̠̦̳̦̫͕̺̣̗̼̮̠̳̰̫͔̬̯̣̙͙͖̫̝̮̱̲̞̬̬͉̜͓͉͖̅͊̾̃̔̾ͅ ̶̨̡̨̛͍̖̭̯̤̦̠̖̞̪̺̗̮̹͕̺̜̜͖͎̓̈́̓͌̀̈́͊͗͗̍̆̽̄̈́̅̋̎͐̅̿̾͑̈́̂͑͐̉̒̕͘͝ͅͅ ̶̧̢̨̧̖͍͙̰̹͖͇͉̹̼̬̳̟̻͍̹̭̦̱͕̻̳̪͂͛̄̋͂̽̒͊̔̿͐̚͝ͅ ̴̢̨̢̢̨̢̧͙͇̯̜̖͕̻̟̜̥̰̥̞̲͉̲̣̲̥̫͓̳̟̩̣̔̏̉̌͐͆̋͐̔̿̐̓͂̕̚͘͠ ̵̢̧̛̰̜͖͉̬̦̺̙̊̑́̀̉́͗͆̆͂̓͛̓̌̐̍̊̿̍͊́͐̓͒̋̈́̌̓̊̀̎͒̑̑͋̄̏̐̀̅̆̆͛͋̚̚̕̚͜͠͝͠ͅ­̨̥̘̝̙͙̳͓̼̗̳̻̟̺̥̫̺̟̖̩͉̦͓̺̹̦̠̥̘͜͜ ̶̧̢̛͍̱͎̙̻̜̫̠͖͖̜̱͍̹̱̦͙̣͙̭͚͉̦̲̯͉̹̲͔̬̩̳̘̟̰͈͔͎̬̮͔̼͕͕͔͈͇͉͗̃̃̿̄̋̑͜͝ͅͅ ̷̡̢̡̱̙͕̬̤̺̞̦̳͍͖̳̟̹͕̙͖̭̺͔̙̱͉̙̰̲͍͔͓̲͈͓̗͇͚̥̩̦̣͚͙͜͠ ̶̯͙̪͓͚̻̭͔̮͇̥̰͔̞͔̜̅͗͛̃̐͛̇̄͆͛͛̄̈́̍̈́̕͜͝ ̸̨̧̛̛̛̲̯̩̹̼͉̟̬̭̙̽͛̑̂́̂̌̐̓͑́̐̀̊͛̊̂̕͜͜͠ ̵̨̢̡̢̨̛̼̼̦͚̖͖̝̜͚̣͎̜͚̹͇̻̲̩̥̮̱͔͈̤̍͆̇̾̏͠ͅ ̶̯̰̤̫͈̓̓̌̃̔͑͒̾̔́͑̅̿̒̏̈́͝͠͠͝ ̸̧̢̢̧̡̮͕̯͇̗̥̮̖͚̜̙̰̦̤̟͉̭̩̝͈̠̬̺̬̝̗͓̬͈͍͙̩̺͍̯̳̣̠̺̥̼̥̟̥̿̄̕͜͜ ̶̡̩͕̜̗̳̜͚̭̊͗̊̓̃͐͒͒̒̽̆̓͒̋͑͒̅̀͗̅̉͊̃̈͗͆̓͗͐̆̑̈́̌̍̔̚̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ ̴̧̧̠̞͇̖̩̹͉̗͙̖̗̻̳͖͓͕̦̟͖͍͉̦̟̱̼̤̖̞̯̘̤͈̰͇̲͔̱͚̝͚̰̦͔̼̳̱̦̦̺͇̍͂̃̂͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅ ̸̢̛̯͉͔͕̮̙̹̹̒͗̀͗͋̌̏̑̈́̈͆̾͊̇͑͌͐̇̀͆͂͑̊͊̊͋̈́̆̿̀̇̀͌͗̓͌͌̄͂̐͌̅̂͋̍̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅ­ ̴̨̂͜ ̵̛̛̜͔͈̜̰̜̏̎͛͛̅͊̌̒̈̉̆̏̇̈̐̈́̑̎̅͛́͒͑͐̾̑͛͑͐̄͂̓̓̏̈̀̿̒͂͌̽̀͒͂̕͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͝͝͠͝­̧̢̧̖͓̞̳̙͖̹̯̠͕͚̹͜ ̴̢̛̰̗͔̰̖̥̤̘̀̆̂̾̎̀́̍̏͆̐̈́́̆͆̾̅̀̽̽́̓̊͑͆̿̕͝ͅ ̴̪̘͕̲̒͋͌́̒̅̀̆̔͆͋́̈́̎͐͌̇̂͛̔͛͊̍͒̐̀̿̾̎́̀͒̉̏̏̂͗̎̉͆̏̏̈́̏̾̓̔̆̔̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͠͠͝­̧̨̧̨̧̨̢̢̧̧̤̰̙͖͕͈̫̙̮̞̤̥͉̮͍̮̭̦͓͓͚͚̱͖̘̣̹͉̯̞͇̫̤̣̱̦͙͖̫̣͈̗̖͔ ̶̡̨̡̙̙͔̬͓̤̦̰̦͚͇͙̹̤͇͔̫̟̞͚͎̞͍̹̦̦̩̝̪̙̥͒̑̉͋̚͜͜͝͠ͅ ̸̧̨̧̧̨̛̖͈̖͖̺͔̟̼̜̦͖̘̩̦̬̗͕̰̩̖̰̞̙̹̰̹̬͆̎̎̿̾̍͊̕͠ͅ ̴̨̛̭̙̝̞̤̪̯̝̩͉̞̘̪̟̝͎̬̋͋̄̔̔̑̽̎͂̈́̍̎͐́̋̂̅͐͐͗̓̈̆͊͌̌̃͌͑͋͛͂̈́͂̍̐̽̃̀͛͘̕͠͠͝­̧͙̭̠̟̬͔͎̭̦̤͇̮͜͜ ̷̛̛̬̲͉̖̼̘̞̼̯̦̘̪̠͚̠̖̗͙͍̳̖̣̲̦͙̑̓̐̀̐̆̑̓͌̄͛͆̈̃̑̅̒̒̈́̓̂̂́̄̓̔̉̅͆̏̾͗̓̉͘͝ͅ­̢̨̧͔̜̲̪̭͖̹̹͖͚̦̺̤̟ ̸̢̡̛͇͖͖͚́͊͐̐͐͒͂̍̑̀̆͋̄͛͑̃̂͛̽͗́̋́̓̅̎͊́͋̊̾̈̉̒̑̌͛́̈́͗̋̆͆̿̚̕̚͘͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̝̤̬̗̪͍̙̻̰̮̖̮̺̮̼͓͎̼̜̪̲̲̪̗̞͋͑̉̅̉͐̍̉̑͂͑̅̑̐̿̀̐̈́̒̎͆̈͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͝ ̴̛̛͚̙̩͎͙͉̦̖͈̖͈͎̱̲̯̳̝̞͚͖̜͉̊͛̓̐͗͊̿̓̋̀̄̄͛̇͌̍̿͑̓͆̃̓̎͋̇͛̑͂͗̆̀̍͌̂̈͐̈̾̚͝­̧̺͉̥͍̻̦̗̙ ̸̛̛̟̩̱̭͙͚͇̥̖̦̺͉̺͂̀̓͒͑̄͛́͑̑͆̅̀͊̍̋̈͋̉̄̓̃̈̿̓̅́̓́͆̊̾̎̿̐̚̚͝͝͝ ̶̧̢̡̛̻͚̺̫͉̮̗̩̠̭̗͖̖̮͙̖̩͙̫͇͚͎̀̇̊̉̿͗̀͆̋̔͊̽̈́̈͂͆̆́̚̚̕͘̕̚͠͝͝͝ ̵̨̛̛̫̱͎̩͖̯͚̮̳̪͙͖̲̤̘͌͌̀̐́̇͒͂͌̊̌̎̍̀̀̇͛͗̈͋͂̍̽̈́͒̋̾̂̅͂̅̈̎̀̽̋́̃͘̕͘͠͝͝͝͠­̱̝͈̝̩̦͙̞̺̲̦͜ ̶̨̨̢̛͖̺̙̙̬̦̙͔̠͖̝̬͂͌̌̅͐̆͛̅͛̀͂͗͛̐̓̿̆̋͗̑̓͛͑̈́̆̎̃̈́̏͑̓͛̈̂̕̕͜͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̢̢̡͍͇̹͍͔̖͍̤̦̪͈͙̘̠̞̹̗̥͔͖͔͉̘̗̬̹͔̯̮̤̦̼̘̹̬͓̺͎̩͓̮̅͂̄͛͑̇̂̌͋̎̓̊̓͂̏̄̓̎̚͝­̧̢͉̠̭ ̶̡̛̛̮͉̣͇̫̣̙͕̤̻͉̦͙̻̙͙̪̠͔͈̭͈̑̃̅̀́̃͊́̇̈́̓̽͐͆̓͒͗͂̈̑̓̊̎̐͌̋́͂̋̀͒͋̈́̀́́͝͠͝­̢͍̖͇̞̳̦͓̤͖͔̲̙̠͓͜͜ͅ ̵̢̛̛̝̰̫͕̩̻̘͈̹͙͕̗̩͓͓͕̖̫̇̓͗͋́̊̆͂̌̅̓̃̾̓̇́̕̚͝͝ͅ


                   ­         ̸̧̼̤̱͖̱̩͎͇̘͓̖̫̮̘̪̘̫̭͉͖̟̘̪̬̲̰̹̉͜͠ͅͅ ̴̛̞̼̬̼̖̪̆͂̅͊̑͆͑̈́͌̀̏̈̃̈́̽͆̋̓̀̓̃͌̇̾̓̌̂̈́͐̊̍̚͝͠͠͠ ̵̧̛̬͈̞̲̲͈̦̬̥͈̳͇̋̂̾͒͑̒́͊̈́̿͗̉̓́̒̈͑̽̎͂̀̈́͊͊̀͒̏͊̀̒̽̅́̽͂͋͆̈̋̌́͛͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠­̨̡̡̨͙̱̱̝̬̪̤̤̝̥̠̠͍̜̤̰͓̥̲͇̝͕͕̺̝͚̦̣̙̭̜͙̣̭͙͍͔̰͜ ̴̡̧̧̨̛͖̳͚̱͕̞̪̰͙̘̤̳̦̝͓̯̦̳̘͔̤͎͓͕͕̙̈́̐̇̑̓̓͌̎̽̓͒̑́̄̏͒̕̕̕̚͘ͅͅ ̷̢̢̨̛̻͖̣̼͇̱̯̻͎͎̲̼̣̼̟̱̜̤͇̼̻͍͚͙̍͂͒̎̅̿̆̿͂̈́̍͂̃͋͊͗̔͑͝ͅ ̴̦̥̿̈̈́̐͒̆͊͐͂͂̆̈́̾̓͗̔̅̈́̓̈́̽̅̏̄͊̓̂̓̔͆̉͊͒͑͛͊̽̽̊͂́̕̚̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̸̨̠͕͎̮̪͇̺͔̻̳͎̘̖̣̠̠̬̪̹̺̠̺̦͈̞̉̓͛̐̃̈͊͑̌́̊̿̏̔̑̏͒̇́̀̾́̈́̆͐̾̂̒͛̆̊̎͘͘̕͜͜͝­̫̬̗̜͚̝̬̝̪͜ ̷̤̤̤̞͔̬̟͓̞͔̩͙̙̟̯̲̮̋́̏̌͊̾͒̀̿̒̌̋͋͋̾̃̃̍̀͊̒̈́̿͊͐͗̑̃̇̈́̀͒̇̀͌̀̎̋̆͘͝͝͠͝͠͠͠­̧̨̡̨͓̗̟̻͇̩̟̦̭̰̗͉̼͚̞̰̠̜͙̝̮̞̰̦͓̣̻̯͈̟̹̫͎͕̲͜ͅͅ ̴̛̛̲̱̞̼͔̓̎̅̈́̇̽͗̆͌̀̀͆̑̇̽̅͒͆̒͐̎̅́̔̔͆̉̈́̋̊̊̈͋̕͝͝͝͝ ̴̧̢̢̨̧̙̼͉̗̗͖̤͚̮̬̗̰̮͇̲̻̱͍̫̺͎̗͈̠̯̰͈͙̲̙͉͉̹̯͌̿̊̈́̑̉̈́͘͜ ̷̧̯̫̱̙̮̙͍͔̱̞̄͋̿͊̂́͐̀̽̂̊͒͋̿̈͐͆̈́̃͐̅̈́̕̕͘͘͝ ̸̧̭̣̜̞̞͕͎̥̙͕̩̠̟̣̙͚̬̫̼̰̩͔̞̩͍̻̆͛̄̐͂̆̀̊̅̄͌̇̌͑͜͜͝͝͠ ̶̘̞͈͉̗͎̤̱̦̦̠̤̻͎̩̲̯̠̤͉̩̦͍̙̪̲̞͇̫̦͓̘̟͕̮̮̺̤̎̿̿̓̓̔͊̉̔͐̅̈́́̀̄̓̂̓́̍̀͑́͘͘ͅ­̨̢͔̳̰̭͖̳̪͈̼̭ ̵̢̧̡̢̨̢̡͔͎̪͎̠̦̳̦̫͕̺̣̗̼̮̠̳̰̫͔̬̯̣̙͙͖̫̝̮̱̲̞̬̬͉̜͓͉͖̅͊̾̃̔̾ͅ ̶̨̡̨̛͍̖̭̯̤̦̠̖̞̪̺̗̮̹͕̺̜̜͖͎̓̈́̓͌̀̈́͊͗͗̍̆̽̄̈́̅̋̎͐̅̿̾͑̈́̂͑͐̉̒̕͘͝ͅͅ ̶̧̢̨̧̖͍͙̰̹͖͇͉̹̼̬̳̟̻͍̹̭̦̱͕̻̳̪͂͛̄̋͂̽̒͊̔̿͐̚͝ͅ ̴̢̨̢̢̨̢̧͙͇̯̜̖͕̻̟̜̥̰̥̞̲͉̲̣̲̥̫͓̳̟̩̣̔̏̉̌͐͆̋͐̔̿̐̓͂̕̚͘͠ ̵̢̧̛̰̜͖͉̬̦̺̙̊̑́̀̉́͗͆̆͂̓͛̓̌̐̍̊̿̍͊́͐̓͒̋̈́̌̓̊̀̎͒̑̑͋̄̏̐̀̅̆̆͛͋̚̚̕̚͜͠͝͠ͅ­̨̥̘̝̙͙̳͓̼̗̳̻̟̺̥̫̺̟̖̩͉̦͓̺̹̦̠̥̘͜͜ ̶̧̢̛͍̱͎̙̻̜̫̠͖͖̜̱͍̹̱̦͙̣͙̭͚͉̦̲̯͉̹̲͔̬̩̳̘̟̰͈͔͎̬̮͔̼͕͕͔͈͇͉͗̃̃̿̄̋̑͜͝ͅͅ ̷̡̢̡̱̙͕̬̤̺̞̦̳͍͖̳̟̹͕̙͖̭̺͔̙̱͉̙̰̲͍͔͓̲͈͓̗͇͚̥̩̦̣͚͙͜͠ ̶̯͙̪͓͚̻̭͔̮͇̥̰͔̞͔̜̅͗͛̃̐͛̇̄͆͛͛̄̈́̍̈́̕͜͝ ̸̨̧̛̛̛̲̯̩̹̼͉̟̬̭̙̽͛̑̂́̂̌̐̓͑́̐̀̊͛̊̂̕͜͜͠ ̵̨̢̡̢̨̛̼̼̦͚̖͖̝̜͚̣͎̜͚̹͇̻̲̩̥̮̱͔͈̤̍͆̇̾̏͠ͅ ̶̯̰̤̫͈̓̓̌̃̔͑͒̾̔́͑̅̿̒̏̈́͝͠͠͝ ̸̧̢̢̧̡̮͕̯͇̗̥̮̖͚̜̙̰̦̤̟͉̭̩̝͈̠̬̺̬̝̗͓̬͈͍͙̩̺͍̯̳̣̠̺̥̼̥̟̥̿̄̕͜͜ ̶̡̩͕̜̗̳̜͚̭̊͗̊̓̃͐͒͒̒̽̆̓͒̋͑͒̅̀͗̅̉͊̃̈͗͆̓͗͐̆̑̈́̌̍̔̚̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ ̴̧̧̠̞͇̖̩̹͉̗͙̖̗̻̳͖͓͕̦̟͖͍͉̦̟̱̼̤̖̞̯̘̤͈̰͇̲͔̱͚̝͚̰̦͔̼̳̱̦̦̺͇̍͂̃̂͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅ ̸̢̛̯͉͔͕̮̙̹̹̒͗̀͗͋̌̏̑̈́̈͆̾͊̇͑͌͐̇̀͆͂͑̊͊̊͋̈́̆̿̀̇̀͌͗̓͌͌̄͂̐͌̅̂͋̍̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅ­ ̴̨̂͜ ̵̛̛̜͔͈̜̰̜̏̎͛͛̅͊̌̒̈̉̆̏̇̈̐̈́̑̎̅͛́͒͑͐̾̑͛͑͐̄͂̓̓̏̈̀̿̒͂͌̽̀͒͂̕͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͝͝͠͝­̧̢̧̖͓̞̳̙͖̹̯̠͕͚̹͜ ̴̢̛̰̗͔̰̖̥̤̘̀̆̂̾̎̀́̍̏͆̐̈́́̆͆̾̅̀̽̽́̓̊͑͆̿̕͝ͅ ̴̪̘͕̲̒͋͌́̒̅̀̆̔͆͋́̈́̎͐͌̇̂͛̔͛͊̍͒̐̀̿̾̎́̀͒̉̏̏̂͗̎̉͆̏̏̈́̏̾̓̔̆̔̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͠͠͝­̧̨̧̨̧̨̢̢̧̧̤̰̙͖͕͈̫̙̮̞̤̥͉̮͍̮̭̦͓͓͚͚̱͖̘̣̹͉̯̞͇̫̤̣̱̦͙͖̫̣͈̗̖͔ ̶̡̨̡̙̙͔̬͓̤̦̰̦͚͇͙̹̤͇͔̫̟̞͚͎̞͍̹̦̦̩̝̪̙̥͒̑̉͋̚͜͜͝͠ͅ ̸̧̨̧̧̨̛̖͈̖͖̺͔̟̼̜̦͖̘̩̦̬̗͕̰̩̖̰̞̙̹̰̹̬͆̎̎̿̾̍͊̕͠ͅ ̴̨̛̭̙̝̞̤̪̯̝̩͉̞̘̪̟̝͎̬̋͋̄̔̔̑̽̎͂̈́̍̎͐́̋̂̅͐͐͗̓̈̆͊͌̌̃͌͑͋͛͂̈́͂̍̐̽̃̀͛͘̕͠͠͝­̧͙̭̠̟̬͔͎̭̦̤͇̮͜͜ ̷̛̛̬̲͉̖̼̘̞̼̯̦̘̪̠͚̠̖̗͙͍̳̖̣̲̦͙̑̓̐̀̐̆̑̓͌̄͛͆̈̃̑̅̒̒̈́̓̂̂́̄̓̔̉̅͆̏̾͗̓̉͘͝ͅ­̢̨̧͔̜̲̪̭͖̹̹͖͚̦̺̤̟ ̸̢̡̛͇͖͖͚́͊͐̐͐͒͂̍̑̀̆͋̄͛͑̃̂͛̽͗́̋́̓̅̎͊́͋̊̾̈̉̒̑̌͛́̈́͗̋̆͆̿̚̕̚͘͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̝̤̬̗̪͍̙̻̰̮̖̮̺̮̼͓͎̼̜̪̲̲̪̗̞͋͑̉̅̉͐̍̉̑͂͑̅̑̐̿̀̐̈́̒̎͆̈͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͝ ̴̛̛͚̙̩͎͙͉̦̖͈̖͈͎̱̲̯̳̝̞͚͖̜͉̊͛̓̐͗͊̿̓̋̀̄̄͛̇͌̍̿͑̓͆̃̓̎͋̇͛̑͂͗̆̀̍͌̂̈͐̈̾̚͝­̧̺͉̥͍̻̦̗̙ ̸̛̛̟̩̱̭͙͚͇̥̖̦̺͉̺͂̀̓͒͑̄͛́͑̑͆̅̀͊̍̋̈͋̉̄̓̃̈̿̓̅́̓́͆̊̾̎̿̐̚̚͝͝͝ ̶̧̢̡̛̻͚̺̫͉̮̗̩̠̭̗͖̖̮͙̖̩͙̫͇͚͎̀̇̊̉̿͗̀͆̋̔͊̽̈́̈͂͆̆́̚̚̕͘̕̚͠͝͝͝ ̵̨̛̛̫̱͎̩͖̯͚̮̳̪͙͖̲̤̘͌͌̀̐́̇͒͂͌̊̌̎̍̀̀̇͛͗̈͋͂̍̽̈́͒̋̾̂̅͂̅̈̎̀̽̋́̃͘̕͘͠͝͝͝͠­̱̝͈̝̩̦͙̞̺̲̦͜ ̶̨̨̢̛͖̺̙̙̬̦̙͔̠͖̝̬͂͌̌̅͐̆͛̅͛̀͂͗͛̐̓̿̆̋͗̑̓͛͑̈́̆̎̃̈́̏͑̓͛̈̂̕̕͜͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̢̢̡͍͇̹͍͔̖͍̤̦̪͈͙̘̠̞̹̗̥͔͖͔͉̘̗̬̹͔̯̮̤̦̼̘̹̬͓̺͎̩͓̮̅͂̄͛͑̇̂̌͋̎̓̊̓͂̏̄̓̎̚͝­̧̢͉̠̭ ̶̡̛̛̮͉̣͇̫̣̙͕̤̻͉̦͙̻̙͙̪̠͔͈̭͈̑̃̅̀́̃͊́̇̈́̓̽͐͆̓͒͗͂̈̑̓̊̎̐͌̋́͂̋̀͒͋̈́̀́́͝͠͝­̢͍̖͇̞̳̦͓̤͖͔̲̙̠͓͜͜ͅ ̵̢̛̛̝̰̫͕̩̻̘͈̹͙͕̗̩͓͓͕̖̫̇̓͗͋́̊̆͂̌̅̓̃̾̓̇́̕̚͝͝ͅ
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looks make me moony,

the best I ever had.

Y҉o҉u҉ m҉a҉k҉e҉ m҉e҉ f҉e҉e҉l҉ h҉a҉z҉y҉,

but I guess that i'm glad.
̸̧̼̤̱͖̱̩͎͇̘͓̖̫̮̘̪̘̫̭͉͖̟̘̪̬̲̰̹̉͜͠ͅͅ
\                             ­                                    ̸̧̼̤̱͖̱̩͎͇̘͓̖̫̮̘̪̘̫̭͉͖̟̘̪̬̲̰̹̉͜͠ͅͅ ̴̛̞̼̬̼̖̪̆͂̅͊̑͆͑̈́͌̀̏̈̃̈́̽͆̋̓̀̓̃͌̇̾̓̌̂̈́͐̊̍̚͝͠͠͠ ̵̧̛̬͈̞̲̲͈̦̬̥͈̳͇̋̂̾͒͑̒́͊̈́̿͗̉̓́̒̈͑̽̎͂̀̈́͊͊̀͒̏͊̀̒̽̅́̽͂͋͆̈̋̌́͛͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠­̨̡̡̨͙̱̱̝̬̪̤̤̝̥̠̠͍̜̤̰͓̥̲͇̝͕͕̺̝͚̦̣̙̭̜͙̣̭͙͍͔̰͜ ̴̡̧̧̨̛͖̳͚̱͕̞̪̰͙̘̤̳̦̝͓̯̦̳̘͔̤͎͓͕͕̙̈́̐̇̑̓̓͌̎̽̓͒̑́̄̏͒̕̕̕̚͘ͅͅ ̷̢̢̨̛̻͖̣̼͇̱̯̻͎͎̲̼̣̼̟̱̜̤͇̼̻͍͚͙̍͂͒̎̅̿̆̿͂̈́̍͂̃͋͊͗̔͑͝ͅ ̴̦̥̿̈̈́̐͒̆͊͐͂͂̆̈́̾̓͗̔̅̈́̓̈́̽̅̏̄͊̓̂̓̔͆̉͊͒͑͛͊̽̽̊͂́̕̚̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̸̨̠͕͎̮̪͇̺͔̻̳͎̘̖̣̠̠̬̪̹̺̠̺̦͈̞̉̓͛̐̃̈͊͑̌́̊̿̏̔̑̏͒̇́̀̾́̈́̆͐̾̂̒͛̆̊̎͘͘̕͜͜͝­̫̬̗̜͚̝̬̝̪͜ ̷̤̤̤̞͔̬̟͓̞͔̩͙̙̟̯̲̮̋́̏̌͊̾͒̀̿̒̌̋͋͋̾̃̃̍̀͊̒̈́̿͊͐͗̑̃̇̈́̀͒̇̀͌̀̎̋̆͘͝͝͠͝͠͠͠­̧̨̡̨͓̗̟̻͇̩̟̦̭̰̗͉̼͚̞̰̠̜͙̝̮̞̰̦͓̣̻̯͈̟̹̫͎͕̲͜ͅͅ ̴̛̛̲̱̞̼͔̓̎̅̈́̇̽͗̆͌̀̀͆̑̇̽̅͒͆̒͐̎̅́̔̔͆̉̈́̋̊̊̈͋̕͝͝͝͝ ̴̧̢̢̨̧̙̼͉̗̗͖̤͚̮̬̗̰̮͇̲̻̱͍̫̺͎̗͈̠̯̰͈͙̲̙͉͉̹̯͌̿̊̈́̑̉̈́͘͜ ̷̧̯̫̱̙̮̙͍͔̱̞̄͋̿͊̂́͐̀̽̂̊͒͋̿̈͐͆̈́̃͐̅̈́̕̕͘͘͝ ̸̧̭̣̜̞̞͕͎̥̙͕̩̠̟̣̙͚̬̫̼̰̩͔̞̩͍̻̆͛̄̐͂̆̀̊̅̄͌̇̌͑͜͜͝͝͠ ̶̘̞͈͉̗͎̤̱̦̦̠̤̻͎̩̲̯̠̤͉̩̦͍̙̪̲̞͇̫̦͓̘̟͕̮̮̺̤̎̿̿̓̓̔͊̉̔͐̅̈́́̀̄̓̂̓́̍̀͑́͘͘ͅ­̨̢͔̳̰̭͖̳̪͈̼̭ ̵̢̧̡̢̨̢̡͔͎̪͎̠̦̳̦̫͕̺̣̗̼̮̠̳̰̫͔̬̯̣̙͙͖̫̝̮̱̲̞̬̬͉̜͓͉͖̅͊̾̃̔̾ͅ ̶̨̡̨̛͍̖̭̯̤̦̠̖̞̪̺̗̮̹͕̺̜̜͖͎̓̈́̓͌̀̈́͊͗͗̍̆̽̄̈́̅̋̎͐̅̿̾͑̈́̂͑͐̉̒̕͘͝ͅͅ ̶̧̢̨̧̖͍͙̰̹͖͇͉̹̼̬̳̟̻͍̹̭̦̱͕̻̳̪͂͛̄̋͂̽̒͊̔̿͐̚͝ͅ ̴̢̨̢̢̨̢̧͙͇̯̜̖͕̻̟̜̥̰̥̞̲͉̲̣̲̥̫͓̳̟̩̣̔̏̉̌͐͆̋͐̔̿̐̓͂̕̚͘͠ ̵̢̧̛̰̜͖͉̬̦̺̙̊̑́̀̉́͗͆̆͂̓͛̓̌̐̍̊̿̍͊́͐̓͒̋̈́̌̓̊̀̎͒̑̑͋̄̏̐̀̅̆̆͛͋̚̚̕̚͜͠͝͠ͅ­̨̥̘̝̙͙̳͓̼̗̳̻̟̺̥̫̺̟̖̩͉̦͓̺̹̦̠̥̘͜͜ ̶̧̢̛͍̱͎̙̻̜̫̠͖͖̜̱͍̹̱̦͙̣͙̭͚͉̦̲̯͉̹̲͔̬̩̳̘̟̰͈͔͎̬̮͔̼͕͕͔͈͇͉͗̃̃̿̄̋̑͜͝ͅͅ ̷̡̢̡̱̙͕̬̤̺̞̦̳͍͖̳̟̹͕̙͖̭̺͔̙̱͉̙̰̲͍͔͓̲͈͓̗͇͚̥̩̦̣͚͙͜͠ ̶̯͙̪͓͚̻̭͔̮͇̥̰͔̞͔̜̅͗͛̃̐͛̇̄͆͛͛̄̈́̍̈́̕͜͝ ̸̨̧̛̛̛̲̯̩̹̼͉̟̬̭̙̽͛̑̂́̂̌̐̓͑́̐̀̊͛̊̂̕͜͜͠ ̵̨̢̡̢̨̛̼̼̦͚̖͖̝̜͚̣͎̜͚̹͇̻̲̩̥̮̱͔͈̤̍͆̇̾̏͠ͅ ̶̯̰̤̫͈̓̓̌̃̔͑͒̾̔́͑̅̿̒̏̈́͝͠͠͝ ̸̧̢̢̧̡̮͕̯͇̗̥̮̖͚̜̙̰̦̤̟͉̭̩̝͈̠̬̺̬̝̗͓̬͈͍͙̩̺͍̯̳̣̠̺̥̼̥̟̥̿̄̕͜͜ ̶̡̩͕̜̗̳̜͚̭̊͗̊̓̃͐͒͒̒̽̆̓͒̋͑͒̅̀͗̅̉͊̃̈͗͆̓͗͐̆̑̈́̌̍̔̚̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ ̴̧̧̠̞͇̖̩̹͉̗͙̖̗̻̳͖͓͕̦̟͖͍͉̦̟̱̼̤̖̞̯̘̤͈̰͇̲͔̱͚̝͚̰̦͔̼̳̱̦̦̺͇̍͂̃̂͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅ ̸̢̛̯͉͔͕̮̙̹̹̒͗̀͗͋̌̏̑̈́̈͆̾͊̇͑͌͐̇̀͆͂͑̊͊̊͋̈́̆̿̀̇̀͌͗̓͌͌̄͂̐͌̅̂͋̍̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅ­ ̴̨̂͜ ̵̛̛̜͔͈̜̰̜̏̎͛͛̅͊̌̒̈̉̆̏̇̈̐̈́̑̎̅͛́͒͑͐̾̑͛͑͐̄͂̓̓̏̈̀̿̒͂͌̽̀͒͂̕͘̕̚̚̕͝͝͝͝͠͝­̧̢̧̖͓̞̳̙͖̹̯̠͕͚̹͜ ̴̢̛̰̗͔̰̖̥̤̘̀̆̂̾̎̀́̍̏͆̐̈́́̆͆̾̅̀̽̽́̓̊͑͆̿̕͝ͅ ̴̪̘͕̲̒͋͌́̒̅̀̆̔͆͋́̈́̎͐͌̇̂͛̔͛͊̍͒̐̀̿̾̎́̀͒̉̏̏̂͗̎̉͆̏̏̈́̏̾̓̔̆̔̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͠͠͝­̧̨̧̨̧̨̢̢̧̧̤̰̙͖͕͈̫̙̮̞̤̥͉̮͍̮̭̦͓͓͚͚̱͖̘̣̹͉̯̞͇̫̤̣̱̦͙͖̫̣͈̗̖͔ ̶̡̨̡̙̙͔̬͓̤̦̰̦͚͇͙̹̤͇͔̫̟̞͚͎̞͍̹̦̦̩̝̪̙̥͒̑̉͋̚͜͜͝͠ͅ ̸̧̨̧̧̨̛̖͈̖͖̺͔̟̼̜̦͖̘̩̦̬̗͕̰̩̖̰̞̙̹̰̹̬͆̎̎̿̾̍͊̕͠ͅ ̴̨̛̭̙̝̞̤̪̯̝̩͉̞̘̪̟̝͎̬̋͋̄̔̔̑̽̎͂̈́̍̎͐́̋̂̅͐͐͗̓̈̆͊͌̌̃͌͑͋͛͂̈́͂̍̐̽̃̀͛͘̕͠͠͝­̧͙̭̠̟̬͔͎̭̦̤͇̮͜͜ ̷̛̛̬̲͉̖̼̘̞̼̯̦̘̪̠͚̠̖̗͙͍̳̖̣̲̦͙̑̓̐̀̐̆̑̓͌̄͛͆̈̃̑̅̒̒̈́̓̂̂́̄̓̔̉̅͆̏̾͗̓̉͘͝ͅ­̢̨̧͔̜̲̪̭͖̹̹͖͚̦̺̤̟ ̸̢̡̛͇͖͖͚́͊͐̐͐͒͂̍̑̀̆͋̄͛͑̃̂͛̽͗́̋́̓̅̎͊́͋̊̾̈̉̒̑̌͛́̈́͗̋̆͆̿̚̕̚͘͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̝̤̬̗̪͍̙̻̰̮̖̮̺̮̼͓͎̼̜̪̲̲̪̗̞͋͑̉̅̉͐̍̉̑͂͑̅̑̐̿̀̐̈́̒̎͆̈͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͝ ̴̛̛͚̙̩͎͙͉̦̖͈̖͈͎̱̲̯̳̝̞͚͖̜͉̊͛̓̐͗͊̿̓̋̀̄̄͛̇͌̍̿͑̓͆̃̓̎͋̇͛̑͂͗̆̀̍͌̂̈͐̈̾̚͝­̧̺͉̥͍̻̦̗̙ ̸̛̛̟̩̱̭͙͚͇̥̖̦̺͉̺͂̀̓͒͑̄͛́͑̑͆̅̀͊̍̋̈͋̉̄̓̃̈̿̓̅́̓́͆̊̾̎̿̐̚̚͝͝͝ ̶̧̢̡̛̻͚̺̫͉̮̗̩̠̭̗͖̖̮͙̖̩͙̫͇͚͎̀̇̊̉̿͗̀͆̋̔͊̽̈́̈͂͆̆́̚̚̕͘̕̚͠͝͝͝ ̵̨̛̛̫̱͎̩͖̯͚̮̳̪͙͖̲̤̘͌͌̀̐́̇͒͂͌̊̌̎̍̀̀̇͛͗̈͋͂̍̽̈́͒̋̾̂̅͂̅̈̎̀̽̋́̃͘̕͘͠͝͝͝͠­̱̝͈̝̩̦͙̞̺̲̦͜ ̶̨̨̢̛͖̺̙̙̬̦̙͔̠͖̝̬͂͌̌̅͐̆͛̅͛̀͂͗͛̐̓̿̆̋͗̑̓͛͑̈́̆̎̃̈́̏͑̓͛̈̂̕̕͜͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̢̢̡͍͇̹͍͔̖͍̤̦̪͈͙̘̠̞̹̗̥͔͖͔͉̘̗̬̹͔̯̮̤̦̼̘̹̬͓̺͎̩͓̮̅͂̄͛͑̇̂̌͋̎̓̊̓͂̏̄̓̎̚͝­̧̢͉̠̭ ̶̡̛̛̮͉̣͇̫̣̙͕̤̻͉̦͙̻̙͙̪̠͔͈̭͈̑̃̅̀́̃͊́̇̈́̓̽͐͆̓͒͗͂̈̑̓̊̎̐͌̋́͂̋̀͒͋̈́̀́́͝͠͝­̢͍̖͇̞̳̦͓̤͖͔̲̙̠͓͜͜ͅ ̵̢̛̛̝̰̫͕̩̻̘͈̹͙͕̗̩͓͓͕̖̫̇̓͗͋́̊̆͂̌̅̓̃̾̓̇́̕̚͝͝ͅ



        


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Xant Sep 2019
As the lights went dim
I found myself adrift
into an altered reality

And that's about
the furthest I can get,
away from this harsh
substantiality
How I feel when the stores are closing for the day
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2019
I have nothing to live for now
Life feels pointless and has no meaning since we parted
And I have to wonder...
Did the sun stop shining for you as well?

Colors do not appear as bright as usual
Food I used to love doesn't taste the same
Every single song I listen to has transformed into the saddest ballad ever composed
Even the tight ball of worry has shifted position in my stomach
The hoodie you got me for Christmas burns my lonely skin with longing...
I wear it anyway

Without you the world just isn't quite right
Like the whole planet has tilted a few degrees on it's axis
To compensate for the gravity of our separation

Every hour looks the same as before
They really aren't
Their steady pace remains the same and they take the same route they always do but they are anything but unchanged
Because they feel so much heavier now
So wrong

I stumble from one interaction to the next
Saying my words
Smiling my smile
Directing my limbs
Being the person I was

Yet, I am not her anymore
My life is still my life
My friends are still my friends
My heart is still mine in my chest
My teardrops still fall from my eyes
My feelings are still the mess they've been for years
Yet, it isn't my life anymore

I wake up and apply mascara to a stranger's face
Put socks on a strangers feet
Brush a stranger's teeth
Answer to a stranger's name
Because the girl everyone knows is gone and all that's left is this routine perfected by the walking corpse she left behind

Maybe it isn't the world that is irrevocably altered
Maybe what has broken isn't the shade of the morning sky or the smell of cedar shavings or the sound of pouring rain splashing against puddles
Maybe nothing is actually different at all

Except me
Part of this is an excerpt from my five-page letter to Paul but then inspiration struck and it took on a life of it's own. I do like it though. Do you think I should have ended it at "I wear it anyway" or does the rest of it add to the overall quality of the poem? Tell me what you think! :)
Paul C Dec 2017
focus—
artificial, just like the pill bottle.

the world condenses, collapses into a pin-point right in front of my eyes
and into my paper or computer screen

thoughts racing at light speed
my mind trying to digest its own thoughts--
confusion,
state of hyper-realism (Who am I again?)
an alternate dimension of higher thought
whirling,
running,
spinning,
racing,
crash into an hour (or two) from now
and fall down
hard, into the present.
K Balachandran Apr 2017
lightening doodles
night and city lights dissolve,
more or less than than real?
Mike Rollain Apr 2016
From the edge of our swollen solar system
Lingering just beyond our orbital reach
Is the faintest of calls

A pattern in space
Barely discerned

We reach for it
Blindly grasping
We seek its existence
We wish it to life

But it's dark where we lie
Our vision's obscured
And we're broken
Declassified
Exhausted

Isolated

And then through the cracks
Their yellow seeps into our atmosphere
Their symbiotic notes fill the air
Bathe our shoulders and fall
Into a reluctant ground
Where life begins
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mike-rollain/altereds-lament
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