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Bipolar


I don’t understand… Anything I ask for the truth I crave for the truth But once I get it I’m… Broken, Torn up, shredded, shattered Crushed I don’t understand it much myself I just don’t know how These thoughts, feelings, Reactions It’s like two waves crashing into one another The water can’t decide which way to follow So it breaks in every which way possible
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