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Going Manic

by helena-wayne

Words go past me but I don't hear them People wave at me but I don't see them Thoughts run through me like a dream with darkness following... .... Then suddenly the world is filled with vibrant hues of technicolor My eyes once damp with tears dilate with the cosmic energy of the stars All my troubles far in the distance nothing can touch me I feel power inside me Why bend the knee to the arms of an angry God? When you can pay worship to the temple of my body? Though I am drenched with blood and sin my heart is fragile with expectation
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25 / F
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Written by
helena-wayne
25 / F
Published
Oct 8, 2020
Time
1m
Tags
#bipolar#moodswings#manic
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