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Bipolar


Being one is only the first

Such illness depends on

If any type of syndrome desires

Faith and freedom

Madness takes over

 Sadness takes under

I hate this illness

Why do I take pills you say?

Only to make me feel right

So what the hell!!

I must not resist

Such terrible news I got

Very complicated to say I do

Well... I wish...

For my life to change

My days are quite slow

Feels like an entire year

Gone by like that to see

I feel so old for anything anymore

Everything i bother is so old school

I want hi-tech shiz

Feeling bored as hell...

Music can calm my soul

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I am 1/8 Irish for starters and am Native American living in the U.S.

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