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Edited by
toolheart
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Wed 02/06/13 08:58 PM
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That gut feeling, nerves to my brain and strangely connected to my HEART, pulsing rhythm haunted by involuntary thoughts. Anxious of time standing in my way,repeating itself, am medicated again. Empty and numb Turning top stops to spin. Hovering in my knowledge bliss released me to this earth of sin.
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Nice write & flow....
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Pulsing rhythm hunting my involuntary thoughts
This is such an artistically profound depiction of what it is to be bipolar. Fantastic write. |
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Great, heartfelt write. Welcome.
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"Hovering in my knowledge bliss released me to this earth of sin"
and the journey begins... nice to meet you, toolheart... |
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That gut feeling, nerves to my brain and strangely connected to my HEART, pulsing rhythm haunted by involuntary thoughts. Anxious of time standing in my way,repeating itself, am medicated again. Empty and numb Turning top stops to spin. Hovering in my knowledge bliss released me to this earth of sin. When experience speaks, many listen.....Profound and touching, graceful expression...Thank you for sharing your heart!... |
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That gut feeling, nerves to my brain and strangely connected to my HEART, pulsing rhythm haunted by involuntary thoughts. Anxious of time standing in my way,repeating itself, am medicated again. Empty and numb Turning top stops to spin. Hovering in my knowledge bliss released me to this earth of sin. Powerful words . . . nice one. |
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Hey, toolheart,
Nice brief, my friend. I have a cousin who is bipolar and have a slender glimpse into his meanderings. He is without a shadow of a doubt a true and real gentleman. Share more, anytime, please. I enjoyed this. tommy boy / Ireland / Monday, Feb. 11, 2013, 12-noon, here. |
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