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May 2018
My manic is manic
eyes are glossy and dry
lungs filled with smoke
anger inside
I want to scream
but no energy resides
it's a bad brain day
nothing to argue
nothing to hide
Written by
Anonymouse  18/F/USA
(18/F/USA)   
92
   arizona
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