Sadness has crept up on me, I felt it coming, Lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Too many things to deal with - too much to think about. Too much time alone to think.
Bipolar - you are not my friend. I fight you everyday, every hour, every minute. You won this round - but I will win next time.
I am tired now...
I need time to sleep.
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