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She runs amok without restraint In pursuit of the high, The thrill of the chase. She's up for a cigarette And down several pounds. You'll find her naked outside the house. They can force medication But can't treat denial. The CPS case is going to trial. Her bipolar diagnosis Remains hard to accept, But stability is better than manic distress. She could lose it all quickly. No time for delay Lest she face an endless stream of regret. I understand her pain, For I've walked this road too, But with the right help she can make it through. I hope she'll make haste in her recovery, That she'll see on the other side Is a taste of what it means to be alive.
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
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She runs amok without restraint In pursuit of the high, The thrill of the chase. She's up for a cigarette And down several pounds. You'll find her naked outside the house. They can force medication But can't treat denial. The CPS case is going to trial. Her bipolar diagnosis Remains hard to accept, But stability is better than manic distress. She could lose it all quickly. No time for delay Lest she face an endless stream of regret. I understand her pain, For I've walked this road too, But with the right help she can make it through. I hope she'll make haste in her recovery, That she'll see on the other side Is a taste of what it means to be alive.
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
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