One more happy pill and I would’ve been fine…

One point

a vertex.

I grow as

I move on,

in life,

a few steps,

then a sharp U-turn,

The larger

I get, the more

active I am

or more stressed

I was.

But I lie.

Everyone does.

I get consumed.

Depressed.

Something happened.

I can’t remember,

but the more

depressed I get,

The larger, more

insane this black bubble

of sadness gets.

The more things I love,

The more things leave me!

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