This feeling in my veins.

In my heart it pains.

What's the name of this madness?

I think I'll call it sadness.


What's this new feeling that plagues my brain?

It's going to drive me insane.

It makes me want to shoot off a ten-gauge.

This must be what they call rage.


Something new, I feel inside.

I don't feel I need to hide.

I don't want to get sappy.

But I'm pretty sure I'm happy.


This is a new sensation.

A brand new sense of intoxication.

Do I dare say that this is what I've been told of?

Could this be love?

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