DysphoriaA Poem by wolfie
In a whole there is a split,
where it contradicts, pieces of a puzzle, person of paradox. She isn't happy, he isn't smiling, even though they are the same, she takes Wednesdays, he takes Fridays, and the rest are divided to neutrality. His hand reaches out, she takes it in hers, and the scale tips. Who am I going to be today?
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Added on July 4, 2016 Last Updated on July 4, 2016 |

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