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Jan 13
I never used to mind falling,
I liked landing inside your arms.
But now that they're both withdrawing,
the sinking feeling sounds alarms.

Helpless, spiralling further down,
the sirens will never cease their cries.
The air escapes my lungs, I drown.
Something new inside me dies.
BipolarBear
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BipolarBear  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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