Really feels like I am sometimes, though.
Talking to myself, that is.
The lack of comments doesn't help. :|
Anyway, here's a poem. (As yet, untitled)
It starts with joy, and ends in sorrow,
Waiting not; still there tomorrow.
Clasped in joyous ecstasy,
For a time all problems cease to be.
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