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Memoirs of a Manic Depressive Firebush

Why would anyone decide to stop a manic delight and pull themselves in? It’s not a release, it’s a lease on yourself. Take it and lease it until you can’t afford to anymore because you have bad memory and stare at a bedroom wall for a living.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Poem: Pills

Posted by Newanda at 7:40 PM No comments:

Poem: Pills

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