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A waltz with broken legs and a wailing heart. A constant state of fear, of the inevitable darkness this way comes. Where every thought sings to me “Do it.” She sounds like me, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll do it. My blood would run a crimson red, My heart would cry me a river. Tongue tied ******* looking to escape a body, not mine; a mind out to **** me. A living broken record. Without skipping a beat I'm floating again. What a high! My, oh my! The whirlwinds calm, for a moment. I come back to life. I go home. Only For a moment. A moment.. You see? darling, If you wait long enough, dear, I will have plummeted again, and again; Forever, again.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
A hell I don’t believe in; Home. A seesaw of hot and cold, a cauldron of delusion, seas of nightmares too paranoid for my comfort, dreams too high to fall from, lots, of falling. -Bipolar Disorder.
A waltz with broken legs and a wailing heart. A constant state of fear, of the inevitable darkness this way comes. Where every thought sings to me “Do it.” She sounds like me, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll do it. My blood would run a crimson red, My heart would cry me a river. Tongue tied ******* looking to escape a body, not mine; a mind out to **** me. A living broken record. Without skipping a beat I'm floating again. What a high! My, oh my! The whirlwinds calm, for a moment. I come back to life. I go home. Only For a moment. A moment.. You see? darling, If you wait long enough, dear, I will have plummeted again, and again; Forever, again.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
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