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Cyclothymia

cylothymia

There. is. nothing.

Hours. days. weeks.

Nothing.

Thoughtless voids of calming drought. Scratching.

Nothing.

Scratching. Scratching at the words that flow fast and free bouncing joy from the skies the rainbow the line at the edge of forever.

Sonic with invincibility. I’m the infinite lives hack.

My thoughts are so strong you cannot touch me now. Come at me with your overarching concepts of life the universe and everything. Come at me with songs and poems and stories and adventures. Come at me with everything that you have.

Nothing. Scratching. Nothing.

Until the smile. Returns.

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