Two halves one soul 

I feel depressed. I feel ecstatic. 
I feel intelligent. I feel the weight of my own ignorance. I wish for peace. I seek out chaos. I long to lead. I long to hide in the closet until my knees begin to bleed. Yet I am hopeful despite the battle of my own wits. My higher self continues to preach. And my wounded ego continues to exist.

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