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Bipolar

I bump along the wooden track, Along this time around, Climbing up into the mountains High above the ground. My life suspended for a while, My happiness at such height, Where dangers cannot touch me now Or take me from my flight. But how could I forget the fact That nothing good will last, This drop ahead is nothing new – Just a horror from my past. My smile quickly fades away As I fall from the sky, Taking this familiar dive, Asking myself why? Enclosed in the blackened tunnel, Hidden from the sun, I close my eyes and fold my hands – Too late, my fear has won. I’m trapped inside this darkness, Afraid this is the end When finally I see the light, Just around the bend. Broken from the crippling spell, I continue on my way, But not before remembering The pain that will forever stay.
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alexandra-emmalie
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Jan 17, 2011
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