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Bipolar

"What's real?"

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Yesterday I was

optimistic as the sun,

broad as the

sky, impish as the morning

mist.

Now

I bleed,

slowly,

like a finger

through my

letterbox.

Today,the sky-hooks

are embedded in my

fllesh again, and I am

dead

inside.

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Written by blackvamp1
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