I don't know how to feel anymore.
I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore.
I've changed because I am not human.
I'm not happy I'm not sad.
I feel content in the melancholy.
Seasons change but people don't.
I am solitary, alone in a crowd.
You are my Kryptonite a bitter sweet memory,
Nothing but a memory.
The happy memories hurt more than the bad ones do.
So what's my problem, am I bipolar?
No, You just tug at my emotions like a puppeteer.
Can I just not be?
Or do I have to be apart of something?
I feel as though I'm drifting through space searching for a habitable planet.
I think I've found her.
Wait did I say her? I meant it.
None of the surrounding planets seem compatible.
None more eccentric, melancholic or alcoholic as this.
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