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Extremist


I dont know how a balanced life looks like,

because when i am sad

i dont cry, i pour.

when i am happy

i dont smile, i beam

when i am angry

i dont yell, i burn.

Perhaps a bad thing about feeling extremes

is when i love,

i give them wings

but they always choose to leave

now that my heart is broken

i dont grieve,

i scatter.

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