stuck on a fairground pirate ship,
swinging up and down,
down and up.
feeling bloody sick,
high and then low,
low and then high,
watching the world flying by.
this is how i operate,
this is how my mind is,
manic deppression,
bi polar disorder,
fucking wierdo,
it doesnt matter what you call it, ,
sometimes it bad sometimes its bliss.
one day i can shop till i drop,
other days i cannot move a muscle,
from the unbearable wieght of sadness.
stuck on a fairground pirate ship,
and i do,
and i dont like it
Not Long Left
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