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Aug 2020
Bipolar is my burden
Anxiety is my curse

Things go well and well
Then things just get worse and worse

My torment is religious
I fear the long black hearse

But I'm grateful, very grateful
To that lovely Dublin nurse

She helped my son recover
The illness was reversed

          Erin Go Bragh!
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
(55/M/Elsewhere)   
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