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It's the middle of the night again
And here I am, again
Typing up a poem
Thinking it might make me feel better
And it does
Life is full of ups and downs
Actually it is only ups and downs
I am bipolar
Bed
Soft, fluffy pillows
I could easily fall asleep
So I think I will
Crying over spilt milk won't do any good
But licking it off the floor is acceptable
To be a raindrop
Falling out of the grey sky
Hitting the ground hard
A poem a day
Keeps the doctors away
They should cure my head
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