19 February, 2017

Temporary Freedom

Jess White

I’m manic, but don’t panic, this expressive depressive
feels like he can take on the planet, and though this feeling is fleeting, it’s effectively beating my negative mood, which was impeding my attitude toward defeating this rude disorder, it’s no use to brood like a broken recorder, so I’ll make the most before I have an opposite post, and use this fuel to fly far away from these ghosts

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