bipolarschizophrenia

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Dear Father, I never meant to bother,  But I couldn't help but notice the piercing holler. I never meant to bother, But I couldn't help but notice you weren't acting proper. I never meant to bother,
At a crawfish boil I cannot fully make peace With myself because I have frequent flashbacks Of spring break in April of 2005 when I waited for my big Sister Tori in that red and yellow sunset For 3 days straight
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