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bipolar

I know a boy with bruised knuckles
and a room temperature heart
sometimes he'd look at me and cry
and tell me how much he loved me
other times he yell over how stupid I was
he would take me to the moon
and kiss me the whole way there
but then he'd leave me there
alone
I know a boy who brought tears to my eyes
and laughter to my stomach
I loved him as much as he hated me
and hated him as much as he loved me




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