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Dec 2021
The bipolar is my burden
They think I think I'm chosen
But I just want to help
And yes, I miss my mom

Haunted by coincidence
Numbers. Conversations.
Memories quite intimate
White Nights and the prom

Want to be unique
Am nobody's savior
Want to make the pass
Saw St. Stephansdom

Want to use bipolar
To help my distant team
Perhaps discovery
And protection from the bomb

           please proceeding on
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
(55/M/Elsewhere)   
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