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Jun 2018
I don’t need drugs all I need is mania  it’s the same thing because I’m crazy
They call my mania a sugar rush
An adrenaline rush
They call my talking speed normal
My truth lies
The mood swings fake
My sleepless nights insomnia
It’s called being a teenager
It’s my period
I’m a girl
They exchange mania as hyperactive
They pass lies as truth
It’s mania
Marissa
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Marissa  16/F
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