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Mom's got bipolar
Dad's not there
I've got love to spare
What's a girl to do
When she's a speck in the air
Or when nobody will care
Drugs, sex, booze
It's all there to ease the pain
But it's not in my thought train
Instead I write
Words flow, ink on to page
All my sadness, loneliness, rage
Blood in the form of ink
Better than riskier paths
Or Death's wrath
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