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Sep 2015
My bipolar strings are being plucked.
I'm getting impatient and tired as ****.
I want to go home and lay down and sleep
A room full of kids is not  my place to be.
I don't want to be stuck here I really want to leave.
And all this ******* anger is building inside of me.
K Alexys
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