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They come in waves. Kamikaze planes or lovely flowers and sweet lullabies. Blood boils, slapping against my skin, Sometimes. My love is seasonal, It won't stay. Don't expect anything from me. You will be bitterly disappointed.

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Published: Nov 20, 2014
LinesWords: 1036

Notes: I've been super bipolar lately. I'm sorry to all of my friends.
Tags: #bipolar

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