Mania

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My black bitch

The mania slips through the cracks

depression crawls through,

my mind is torn, and the voices are back

I don't know how to cope

so I'll sit here,

telling you I'm fine

while the furthest

is true

 

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The voices...

 

Somewhere behind the louds cruel ones, there is a soft gentle voice that is our own spirit. This is the one we work to hear.

 

(I only say these things because I can relate and these ideas have helped a lot.)


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