I remember what happened after I lost my love, my life of dark winter without passion or depth fizzled out drifting me in black mood.

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I remember what happened after I lost my love, my life of dark winter without passion or depth fizzled out drifting me in black mood.
I feel a mood today. It is a healthy, happier sense of life.
The benefit of being a woman is the simple fact of fearless freedom of mood.
These mood swings? I'm a paranoid creature.
Her most irrational mood has the fire of genius.
My mind barren in blue mood. My eyes daze over with shock swimming in my brain.