Amidst the friends & constant laughter,
Amidst the new circles and glasses clinking,
Amidst the uprising fame & singing,
Is a constant Pang, once the mist is gone.
Of uncertainty, of escapism brought down and of change.
It's a post-mist depression, a W-shaped plot-line.
Vices take me. I should fight back. Yet i'm
Drained
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