Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I wish you would buy me freedom out of the burning gates of painful bipolar psychosis. I wish you were there, standing at the edges, waving me along.

I wish you knew what it was like, if only for a moment.

I wish life called you to such a path.

You would see then why I loved you so, why I was angry--so.

You forgive me--so?

You love me again--so?

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