That said, I realize that is bipolar talking. I love my husband, my kids are my life. I would be so selfish to leave. But, I really, really want to go.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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