The mood swings like the pendulum of the clock
Waiting in anticipation for the strike of the hour
The high dreading the low
Time
The low craving the high
Negativity multiplied by the hidden truth that inspired the original cognitive process
Spot the magnification and douse the
inflammation
Do try to ignore and assume its non existence
How unfair that the feeling still yet remains
What does one say when depression is outted, the battle is won, and still he weeps
A somber shadow cast upon the brightest memories
A righteous, raging fire of love and empathy
Philosophical ideals tainted with garish
macabre
An inverse reflection of both ends of the spectrum, Live,Laugh,Love,Mourn,Die
Repeat
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