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Aug 2014
Tell me one more time.

One more time we could get off this, high rise
And you could lie,
To me, once more.

Just a bunch of kids falling off,
This mountain side.
Did the tide brings us in?

I take pride in my ability,
To manage chaos with reality.
We can never forget chaos,
If we expect, to ever
Secure an independent reality.

To die, to resurrect
Once more, tonight?

Let's get off this high rise.
And lie,
Lie to me,
Once more.
Intellectual property of Nicholas Kurtz ©2014
Manic Bipolar Kid
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Manic Bipolar Kid  M/San Francisco, California
(M/San Francisco, California)   
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