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Oct 2014
Your unstable
And it's starting to worry me
No
Thats a lie
Ive been worried for months

You go up and down
From one extreme to another  
Unstable

You think I don't notice  
That your slipping away
Right though my fingers

Your standing right there
But where is your mind
That creative
Wonderful  
Beautiful mind
Is it off in the clouds
Or is it some where dark and sinister
theres no way to know

Unless you tell me
Will you tell me?
young poet
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