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Patience
- With a large influx of time lately, I waste it lost in thought. I tend to think about how I should leave the place I'm in, but know not where to go.
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Time heals all wounds.
'Less they're left alone to stew.
It's like I like to pick and pry,
at scabs that I accrue.
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At the vices I pursue,
I'm so sightless when I do.
I meander through my waking days -
With no goals to live up to.
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I try and try to justify
the feeling that I'm blue.
I just defy depressing questions
Expressing that we're through.
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Bipolar is this ebb and flow,
Manic now, it's getting old.
Seconds tick, I feel the time,
Nesting in my soul.
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It festers in my bones.
It gestures towards unknowns.
Wanderlust infects my head,
I'm off to seize the throne.
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It's caustic though, I know.
It eats away the hope,
that average days will satiate
the thoughts that I forgo.
So I repress my manic mode,
Let depression in my soul.
Then bide my time inside these rhymes
'Till I find myself a home.
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