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One of my many bi-polar emotions |
| Deep down Stirring sensations of err-fectly confection Roll around each self doubtful fight All around Wafting aggravations of perplexing direction Grow upon each notch of successful height Right in the middle Chest heaves stiffen and chafe fruitful flow Everyday’s end Blows a ceiling of glass glowing Invisible pangs of nerve splitting shatter Tomorrow’s death Explodes brain fulls of action into new living matter From splatters of darkness truth will always glow |