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My brain is soaked in lukewarm squalor stagnant it stays the same darkened soiled rotten pictures and I wade through murky water of memories and I feel at home
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
Squalor
The bipolar life I live Thoughts so thin Like paper planes They can fly so perfectly Then crash to an island near by. The bipolar human i am My emotions mean nothing My emotions mean something. The bipolar thoughts i think I feel so outgoing I feel so unspoken. What am I? Who am I? What am I doing? Being bipolar is difficult I can't speak those unspoken feelings Can't express those running dark thoughts on my mind.
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
The bipolar
i'm sorry, I say i swallowed myself whole late last night when no one was looking rather when I hid myself away i ate myself down past the bone up to the neck made wings of my thoughts and made my getaway my body is gone i never missed it but for when the absence of it ached so hard I remembered these wings made from the flesh and feather of thought can't carry the weight of my head forever
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
the flesh and feather of thought