Be My Friend
I told you.
I finally told you.
I finally told you that I am bipolar.
You didn't freak out,
Run,
or hide.
I was waiting.
I was waiting dreadfully for your true reaction
You didn't seem phased.
And it didn't seem important in your decision to be my friend.
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