Down The Rabbit Hole
Falling quickly, faster, darker; crashing harder.
Pain inflicted, scars unpredicted.
Smiles melt, true feelings felt.
When does this all stop?
Pain inflicted, scars unpredicted.
Smiles melt, true feelings felt.
When does this all stop?
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Since I was 17, I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. This is how I would describe the fall from the highs to the lows.
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