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0x45F2···EFB7Euphoria
It hits like lightning, sharp and clean,
A moment where the world turns keen.
The sky feels higher, the air turns sweet,
Your heart outruns its steady beat.
It doesn't last; it never could.
What once felt bright turns splintered wood.
The glow fades out, the thrill subsides,
And leaves you hollow, raw inside.
You chase it still, that fleeting fire,
A cruel trick, this brief desire.
Euphoria calls, a siren's plea--
But it ends, as always, empty.