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Jul 2013
wings in my brain
make it easier to see
i'm left out in the cold
doesn't matter, it's all good

money is no problem
people are awared
drugs are already here

can't really get my head around
why I feel this way
why it sometimes gets easy
to later just fall, into pretend

"you're bipolar"
they said
"welcome to hell"
they said
and nodded
laughed
fell into their beds
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   Jayanta and Gary Muir
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