The After Shock:
Still feeling happy,still feeling joy.
Still with brightness, still thinking (oh boy).
Why should I feel so good, and nice?
Is this truly happiness with a price?
Did this feeling come as planned?
Or is it my true self slipping like a grain of sand.
Should I feel this way, oh no, diffidently no.
But yet i still sit here and write like Edgar Allen Poe.
And as I laugh evilly at my own joke.
I wonder if some day I'll smoke.
For as my head still aches, and I'm starting in to feel daepressed.
I cant help but think (this feeling is the best).
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