So the best thing about having depression, exacerbated by this pandemic, is these new manic highs and lows. (Yeah, there's a subject-verb agreement error. Get over it!) Man, do I love them! These ups and downs of inconsolable crying. Woo!
Just kidding. I fucking hate them, but I am taking advantage of my current energy surge. I revised a poem and am submitting it to Spillwords. Enjoy!
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