flickering signs amid a tattered sky
neon lights juxtaposed with the darkness
the cold bites at my fingers
but i take a long drag anyways
it's the feeling of possibility
a promise that the night holds for me
too bad it took me so long to resurface
too bad i couldn't see what was real
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mayhem.
Poetrya collection of poetry that delves into the longing and freedom that comes with growing up as an undiagnosed bipolar, and how it feels to come out on the other side.
