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wings in my brain make it easier to see i'm left out in the cold doesn't matter, it's all good money is no problem people are awared drugs are already here can't really get my head around why I feel this way why it sometimes gets easy to later just fall, into pretend "you're bipolar" they said "welcome to hell" they said and nodded laughed fell into their beds
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Hypomania
wings in my brain make it easier to see i'm left out in the cold doesn't matter, it's all good money is no problem people are awared drugs are already here can't really get my head around why I feel this way why it sometimes gets easy to later just fall, into pretend "you're bipolar" they said "welcome to hell" they said and nodded laughed fell into their beds
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
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