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Mania grips me in it's electric talons,
the buzz of energy running through my veins.
I'm exhausted but can't sleep,
too many ghosts in my head.

His voice is always there,
the one that never leaves my mind.
My personal demon to torture me,
till insomnia does the rest.

I hope that one day this energy will just die,
and maybe take my soul with it.
To carry me away from the dark seas of depression,
or the extreme highs of mania.

I feel like I'm going crazy,
or maybe falling apart.
I'm pushing everyone away from me,
when all I want them to do is stay.



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