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May 2019
I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions.
On the one side, there's fire
and it'll scorch me and burn me
Alive.
On the other, there's ice,
so cold it'll freeze me to
Death.
And if I choose neither,
I will be torn apart,
until there nothing of me
Left.
Bipolar Hypocrite
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Bipolar Hypocrite  In Crazy.
(In Crazy.)   
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