bipolar II

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Dear friends, family and anyone else this letter reaches,  
Just Playing the Cards I’m Dealt             All my troubles I used to blame on God.           From His actions I thought they came.            It was He laid the path I trod,
                  Darling, Just Hear Me Out!               I know there’ve been times, like a puppy, I’m under your heels.             My repeated running on is what you cannot stand.
For the record, I am myself.  Even in the dark with no mirrors, no clues, I am myself. I am not the feeling
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