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[pure_soap]

Yesterday I was filled with love.
I have never had a day like it, I am certain.
All day I felt warmth and happiness,
and laughter and security;
and I believe that I am infact in love.
Because everything shone with a new brilliance.
The dull faces on the train,
drained, hollow, destroyed souls
even they couldn't touch me as I rose above the
mere physicality of my existence.

I have never known such a greatness
and maybe I never will again.

But at least I can still taste the Gin on
the back on my tongue.
It's not all over just yet.
I've begun to breathe again.