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Sad Scorpio


As the rain falls from the sky. My friend in Washington texts he wants to die. I did not cry. I simply ask.....why? I said maybe he is "bipolar". He said "that was rude" I don't have a cure. Drinking causes his depression to stir. I repeated his comments as if they were mine, he recalled them as a blur. He gots anger issues. Maybe he needs a box of tissues. His self loathing feelings are miscrude. Treating him like he treated me was not rude. He is always in a bad mood. I remember when he used to buy us food. © Harmony Sapphire.All rights reserved
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