Task: Text Categorization
Input (English): i open my head like the cork of a bottle the secret place where i keep the honey yellow liquid smooth in texture sweet in taste i reach inside to scoop some out then i place it in a bowl the honey help me make lot of friend the bowl a catalyst to make amends if an acquaintance feel a certain way then happiness the honey may i reach in to gather more honey gathering deeper and deeper explore the dark hidden chasm in my mind must i push myself so harshly endanger myself for a quick release however with more honey come more friend and without friend how will i live such risk may be worth take i wipe the spare honey off the side of the bowl then take a quick taste to appease my soul i look at my shelf which there be not enough i need more honey of which i hope they will love soon i empty myself of honey cause the chasm to hollow out without my happy thought to soothe they begin to quake in anger and pain i grab a knife curiosity drive me forward until i run out then emptiness halt me i place it down now all i have be my honey soon my friend arrive and i offer them all my honey deep down i only wish it help them on their journey they take their fill then leave without warn they leave me alone with empty bowl and mourning i love offer honey to my friend and family i just wish i could get something back ia 'm starve my mind be now hollow cavernous and a scary place without happiness to ease it yet i continue on ignorant to what my idea may say to me everybody claim the best part about me be my honey if only i could have some for me
Output (English): high