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She's bipo-
Im Dominique, im not bipolar, adhd or depression to say the least! I am tall but afraid of heights, I am strong but I am light. I wont break but bend? I might, Ill have ideas trapped in the coils of my mind only to be ignored for not speaking in time. Hands sweat, knees hurt but damn it we gotta work!
The sun hasnt risen but you know I have, to the job on time no matter the reason! Wind so cold cuts your cheeks, still abandoned and reformed. Told to be yourself until you do and they say you're boring. In the this dark space with no map, hoping to duck the problem of this gap. Hearing the sirens and the horns of the streets, darkness so black you see some hope. The absence of light brings fear to those whom grew in the light. To head lights you see only to be met with the bus, you remember youre at the bus stop and that life goes on.
The day ends the same as it began, so dark you take pills to get vitamins you miss from the light. Physical you're alive, is all you hear at every appointment. Nevertheless you dont speak to honest at therapy, We have things we never tell. Even to the ones we hold close, Every step is torture on whats left of the knees. The only thing that makes it worse is the knowledge that quitting is failure but staying is slow endless torture. So every morning you wake and fight depression, I hope you arent confused because fighting depression is job where enjoying life is a vacation, youre therapist is management, your pills are coffee and break time is when you sleep. No pay. No vacation and no clocking out.
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Dominique Smith
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