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Mind racing Angry pacing Not breathing Inwardly seething Chit, chat, chatter I want to climb down the ladder This constant game My mind, I can’t tame Bipolar express Unbearable I’m a mess Constantly fearing My chemicals veering Down a different path How long this time? So high that I can’t come down So low that I... Bed. Can’t get out. H E A D Can’t                    get               out.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Bipolar 1
Mind racing Angry pacing Not breathing Inwardly seething Chit, chat, chatter I want to climb down the ladder This constant game My mind, I can’t tame Bipolar express Unbearable I’m a mess Constantly fearing My chemicals veering Down a different path How long this time? So high that I can’t come down So low that I... Bed. Can’t get out. H E A D Can’t                    get               out.
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#mentalhealth#bipolar#anxiety#stress#hard#pain
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wordsonyourwindshield
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
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