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The joy is inexplicable When the dawn is out to warm you But, nothing gold can stay: It turns into burning fire And ***** your blood out of you. Dancing in drizzling rain Reminds you how beautiful you are But, nothing gold can stay: Hurricanes bring down big guns And shoot you to dead in rain. The wanton scenery Is also nature's first gold- The gold that can not stay. I am the Nature My gold turns into stone It is your love that matters I am bipolar, I am your lover A lover who can't be always The Nature's first Gold.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Bipolar Disorder