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Created on: November 12, 2009
"Bi-polar bear"
You see me, but can you really see me behind this glass wall of distaste? Behind the masks appointed by miniscule minute-men burrowing inconsistency in my brain? I love you! Really, I do! Let's eat lunch with the dandelions and watch the sun-
You know what? I just don't believe you. Get out of my life and out of my head. Get in the car I feel like swerve dancing on the highway. I hate you, more so than I hate myself. This self-deprecating merry-go-round has got to stop I'm-
so content, let's get out of town. Desole, it's purely involuntary. These monsters play tug of war with my insecurities while my conscious intentions are blanketed in reverie. Please, just don't leave. Better yet-
Go, leave, you're a selfish used up whore. Your life has no meaning. Don't you think I'm funny? I can't stand you. I can't stand me.
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