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bipolar

Sunrise, Sunset The sun was coming up, burning through the haze over the Hollywood Hills, turning the sky into a bruised palette of pinks and purples. I was awake because I hadn’t slept. Again. I sat on the balcony of the apartment I never really decorated, smoking a cigarette that tasted like chemicals, watching the…

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