GOD, i need a fix, some thing to kick then beat, then fade away into the cold night, or better yet, a bipoler night.
GOD, i need a hit, some thing to drive these demons away, some one to break these bipoler moments, into 2.
GOD, its a new year, another day to try new MEDS, just point strait ahead, and ill try to get there as fast as i can.
GOD, i need fix, some thing to kick then beat, then fade away into this cold bipoler night.
AND all the docters say, here son! try this new MED
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it's people not peaple, straight not strait, I'll not ill, doctors, not docters but a very good poem nonetheless.