bipolar
(10.21.20)

i wish i was like you
an excuse for changing my mind so violently
that i can barely breathe
this very morning at 3:15
your letters... i dug them out of my paper bin
collected the songs you haven't heard
January 6th, probably at the local park
something stinging my eyes in the dark
no sun to pin it on
hesitation, antic i p
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goodbye for a very long time

all my love,