The good days feel like dancing with happiness on the dance floor of a mixture of euphoria and trapdoors that, if stepped on, lead to a room of depression and dysphoria battling over which one will take over the mindset first. Lately most days have ended at the dance floor with happiness the bad days start in the room of negativity as positivity tries to take control building a ladder up to the dance floor but the negativity tries to destroy throughout the day
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PoetryA poetry book compiled of my latest poems for within the last year.
