Bipolar

By , Homewood, IL
I sob for help
Giggling with joy
I cut my lips
Dancing with my friends
I drown myself spazzing with my sister
I shout words of excitement
Writing on my cheeks with my teeth
I skip holding hands with my friends
Burning six incense sticks at once
I sing with my sister happily
Using a bag to suffocate myself.





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