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Fractured Skies: Navigating the Bipolar Strife

In manic fervour, a storm does brew,

A soul unchained, no grasp that’s true.

Impulsive actions, they produce,

A whirlwind force, both wild and loose.

In mixed confusion, a darkened blend,

Emotions twist, they warp and bend.

A lack of feeling, hard to mend,

Destructive paths with no clear end.

No consequence can halt the tide,

The restless heart, the urge to hide.

But deep within, does light abide,

A strength to face the battle inside.

For those who wander, lost in strife,

A bipolar soul, a fractured life.

Seek solace, love, and gentle hand,

To heal the wounds, to understand.

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