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I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
I am Yin and he is YangI bring peace but he brings painI am pure, while he is corruptedI am collected while he is disruptive
Sometimes going through depression is what makes a person
It gives a glimpse of reality
A vision with everlasting loneliness and destroyed self-image
This emotion holds one hostage
