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Highs-Lows
I’ve been riding the highs,
I’ve been falling in the lows,
All in a day and,
I don’t know where this all goes.
The efforts that matter,
Of words sifted and curated,
And the ones unsaid,
Making me all low-spirited.
So tell me if,
It’s okay to feel so much,
As the mind wanders through places,
Missing your touch.
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