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#hypomania
The times would shift and break to change bringing a range of emotions and feelings. It was kind of strange. I had to arrange my brain to remove the pain for a wave of thought, for a brief second until my life was naught.
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
Diverge
I am the best thing in the history of the world! I will fix everything that's wrong in my life! I am brilliant I am strong I haven't slept in days that's normal , right? I just bought tons of art supplies at walmart! Sure it cost a lot of money but art is my calling There is an argument in my head can you make it stop? my brain is split into two I just want to sleep please tranquilize me this is mania
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
Mania
Why waste my breathe. When you can't listen to anybody else but yourself. I'm not sorry for your lack of patience. But I am sorry, you lost me. Because when the roofs on fire and my life is falling apart. It's okay to be the fool. Because he's walking off a cliff with a smile on his face. So who's really living their best here?
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
The Fool.
How funny is it A simple salt was Forgotten by my brain
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
Lithium
for all the turbulence i sought and sought i was pretty good i was so good i battled through all the chaos my kite was finally flying but i snorted so much ritalin my pupils are tar pits and she calls me a hedonist but i don't know what that means i do know that i fear neither death nor consequence you can treat me like your last meal always at my most decadent i remember i need to eat then delete the thought the only thing that sustains me is the rushing by now you should know that it's all about me we did the maths remember?
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
lotus eater
Imagine and it begins, the mire sired from mind amok. May have at once mattered, now the imagination is stuck. Non-commit to all your projects, ideas strewn prettily. In notebook crumble garland filigree. You remember, only that you've forgot. All work you do is nihilistically for naught. **** that mess, darling. You are the best. Calm be simple and be ****** indeed. Even now you work heart pumping chest. But happy in finishing you're not so keyed. Back to the doldrums and foot tap astray. Knit fury with hands excite, colour gone. Back from the dead, dancing with blushes. Ego bruised snide, coy imagination rushes.
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Mire Sired
The never-ending chattering Like a bullet train forcefully dashing Across the endless tunnel, wondering, “Is this a curse or a blessing? “ In the bottomless pit, clearly drowning Clearly struggling While others are just intently watching Thinking it’s all just... acting.
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
...acting?
Thoughts like streams, jokes on you. The energy will consumer, the customs you have made. Jokes on the one with dreams, the one who brings fear and envy. All I am is the messenger, of thought to power. This isn’t agony. This is grand. Something will strike me down, but in the end, I will return to this place of solace.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Super
flip of the fingers house of your hands steepled fingers like wooden roofbeams diamond studded knuckles, rugby thumbs palms over the dome and push doors blueberry jars clink with raspberry under the faded overhang of the balcony, leaves me for sale and fortunate, slated skin, mouthed promises against pixel skimmimg
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
hypomania one
Tick tock         Tick tock                  Tick tock It's already 5am And here I am Wide awake As thoughts run Through my head Like a bullet train Am I relapsing again? Or I'm just on the edge Waiting for a helping hand? Or maybe I'm letting it be For I've missed Insanity to seep inside of me Seeing that I am able to write Shows clearly that Hypomania has arrived. Welcome back,                  My frenemy.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Frenemy.
I'm awake. Not because I want to be awake. Not because I'm not tired, I am. I'm awake. Because my mind is too creative. Because my dreams must be accomplished now. I'm awake. Because my chemicals are unbalanced. Because I didn't take my medication.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
Nights Like These
Maybe I should run away And be carefree As I float around the field Letting myself go Consuming the fresh breeze Thanking for the life That I was given. Or maybe I should be alone Alone from the world As I consume the madness Within me And letting it eat me alive. Maybe. Well, maybe.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Maybe.
You live You die You soar You fall And it all repeats In an evil cycle A terrifying cycle Until you finally take Your own life. A curse, indeed.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
A curse, indeed.