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Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you want most,
dropping a coin in your palm
for the thought
that well…didn’t count,
not in the end, anyway
and so I sit here,
high as I’ll allow these days,
thinking and dreaming
and dying,
transforming and flying;
I’m euphoric and jaded,
voracious and glutted;
they say it takes 21 days
to create a habit;
how long to become
yourself, when she’s someone
who doesn’t want to let you in?
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