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One moment it's pure ecstasy,
and the other it's just dull pain.

That weight that settles on your chest
and makes you heave in pain.
Always false hope but nothing more,
confusing me beyond resolve.

I wanted to feel the buzz, the rush and commotion.
I wanted to feel life, just this once.
Seems like your excuse this time is,
financial stuff.
Its fine, I get it.

Isn't it poetic though,
how I sound so pathetic?