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Bipolar & My Brother
I wear a mask every day of my life,
It causes me pain & stress,
It makes my life such a chaotic mess,
I wish this mask would lift,
However, nevertheless, it’s a part of me.
I wear the mask of lies,
There are so many things in my life, that I am in denial to myself,
I wear this mask, it causes me to feel torn,
My eyes are broken,
They make me see such things like a u...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 1:41 pm
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