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Your face was red and blue…hope you feel good again
When I saw you, you obviously, abruptly coughed
I couldn’t help, but remember that…I’m feeling 7 out of 10 
When I saw you smile, I knew you would've laughed

I got stimulated…
Sorry, mom…
I wish you well in all you do
You’re still beautiful and a hard worker - yes, I believe in you and that’s entirely true 

Couldn’t sleep, 
Couldn’t yelp 
About hours later

I don’t recall my dreams…the lights in your eye, those graceful gleamz
I was born scatterbrained – the sun and rain fascinates me and they seem to go down the nature-trapped drain
My hopes and fears get fired up and devoured by the seams it seems
I was born a human, not a robot or clone of belovedless hatred and disdain 
I am like a mere salesman without his daily paper
The news gets me all mad and agitated as ever
Please don’t get mad at me – I internally grieve and externally happy …it’s a manic, so get over it and don’t say “whateverrr”

I need really genuine help right now, 
So I ate way more edible kelp at nighttime.
Blame it on my bipolar disorder; anyhow, 
Like, wow – you taught me how to raise a brow

When I needed something more vigorously vital than you focused on your laughter sport…
I needed affection, not rejection and conventions of any sort…I don’t want to go through court

I got euphoria and I didn’t know it till now
I grew fond of your rainbow aura somehow
I was stimulated, but getting on the emboldened ball 
By the spell-binding, yet neat simulation of life in general 

I can sleep
I will not act like a creep
I will not silently weep
My poetry can get too deep…but we can absolutely sleep -  almost always - simultaneously 
I will not silently weep
I will try to not make a peep
I lost my sanity as it is…but don’t feel sorry for me, my sugar, somewhat sour baby

The river is steep and you made a leap…I’m jealous, but I won’t act like a creep of some sort…graciously and gloriously – God has been singing His truth in my brain benevolently and kindheartedly 
I am an all alone sheep without his rather bothersome, yet humblesome and handsome shepherd…I can relate to a bum, unlike some 
I am negatively nostalgic nonchalantly, 
Yet I feel hollow and nervous frankly

I wave goodbye to my stimulated self
I will say hello to euphoria and keep her to myself 
The passions I feel and see are mostly, positivity precariousness 
All because I am a night owl and a mischievous, marvelous angel
Yeah right…you don’t know how to convince me – hell no, I am not a devil
Unless someone asks me to share…I wouldn’t care
By all means, I will share the feelings and healing laughter of faithful, euphoric, flourishing flair
 I am not trying to scare you like a pre-teen that has far too many nightmares…I have a phobia of ghe mama bear (aha, that’s hilarious) 

I’m conserving and considering God's feelings of my bas habits
Happily, I sang and wrote songs just for the hellavit while wearing my version of the Ritz

I need a breeze of fresh air 
At ease sorta, but at least I’m not in despair
I would rather be extremely high
Then be low, a low I can’t deny  

I got unexpected, unpredictable euphoria
Thank you kindly, dad
He is rad and the second best father aside from the Lord
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