Be My Friend

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I told you.

I finally told you.

I finally told you that I am bipolar.

You didn't freak out,

Run,

or hide.

I was waiting.

I was waiting dreadfully for your true reaction

You didn't seem phased.

And it didn't seem important in your decision to be my friend.

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