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illness

bipolar

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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My Heart, My Soul, You Tore It

My Heart, My Soul, You Tore It

The rain came in sideways, a bitter wind whipping through the alley, rattling trash cans and neon signs. I stood under the awning of a convenience store that smelled like stale cigarettes and regret, watching the world blur through a sheet of water. I lit a cigarette and tried not to think about you. You…

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