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Option quitting, done, tired. No hopelessness only acceptance. What is, continues and will not be stopped. This thing is not of myself, and all of myself. This is why it is accepted. Fighting is futile    and    been exhausted. One cannot expect that a person would be able to tolerate such constant change of disposition as an ebb and flow of the most extreme waters and of energy. These, are forever and they fight against the self and become the self. They only put forth little effort, that is all that's needed. It is strong.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Bipolar I am here sort of....
Option quitting, done, tired. No hopelessness only acceptance. What is, continues and will not be stopped. This thing is not of myself, and all of myself. This is why it is accepted. Fighting is futile    and    been exhausted. One cannot expect that a person would be able to tolerate such constant change of disposition as an ebb and flow of the most extreme waters and of energy. These, are forever and they fight against the self and become the self. They only put forth little effort, that is all that's needed. It is strong.
I love and hate myself all the time.
john-paul80
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
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