Rapid Cycling

My mind lilts to the rhythm of Mania and Depression.

Psychosis beckons me:

Come.

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I'm used to it by now.

I know myself.

I know my limits.

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Days/hours filled with purpose

Days/hours wasted

It doesn't really matter…

So long as I still have days.

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