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Yes I am bipolar.

Yes I don’t trust well.

Yes I’m troubled dawn to dusk-

Submit myself to hell.

And I know it’s not your fault,

Your inclination guides you.

You simply do what makes you smile,

From that I’ll never hide you.

Daily do I remind my eyes,

“Your fantasy despises you.

This love which you’ve created

Only somewhat terrifies you.”

Yet still I wish it to be true,

These words encircling my mind.

And, with all my heart, I know

That the truth somewhere I’ll find.

But your smiling eyes, they taunt me.

They tease, they love, they flaunt.

They speak the truth, and still behind

Is more than I can want.

You’re pulled in a new direction,

You’ve already flown far away.

Though you cannot comprehend it-

How terribly I need you to stay.

All I want is happiness

For you, not for my own.

I wish that a grin would graze your lips

As it used to so long, long ago.

Somehow we both have descended;

We fell through the ground with no key

To unlock the way back to our land in the sky

Where you’d never unlatch hands with me.

I know that your load has grown burdened

And you know all the secrets of mine…

I wish you pure serenity,

No matter how long takes time.

I’m sorry I refuse to let pass

On this painfully beaten down topic,

I just have more time than anyone should

To think-it’s impossible to stop it.

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