a glimpse of me
fuck it's so hard to communicate being bipolar and ocd I have to create the perfect words so people feel what I mean but when I'm an ocean always swirling no one sees the consistency in the water, I know exactly who I am a flow of pieces that can fit together in more than one way yet others can't feel, I wish with a touch you can enter me and know exactly everything
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