When I leave loneliness
~~I FEEL IT!
When I leave self-pity
~~I FEEL IT!
When I leave boredom
~~I FELL IT!
When I leave sadness
~~I FEEL IT!
When I leave abandonment
~~I FEEL IT!
When I leave anger
~~I FEEL IT!
When I leave 'ME' -ness
~~I FEEL IT!
When I trade pain for rapture
~~I FEEL IT!
Where exists 'IT'
when it predecessors
are not there?
IT IS!
IS IT?
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