Life in a hick town You know you're in a hick town when you go into the police station to turn yourself in for warrants and they tell you to come back tomorrow because the guy who handles warrants isn't in today.
Sound grates on skin Silence a soothing balm Loneliness a stone Aloneness a long cleansing breath A friendly touch meets flinching A caress no longer there A whisper A kiss So long past
I'm a person who just happens to be bipolar. I like to learn all I can about the subject and in doing so I found Joe who has helped me to look at bipolar in a new way and to look inside myself for some of the answers I seek.
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