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Nov 2019
I thought you were ok
Guess it was too early to say.

Now you collapse in my arms
Your walls fall down, broken charms.

Your tears soak me to the bone
I feel cold, you feel alone.

You’re not alone.
My best friend has bipolar disorder/manic depression.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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