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Wasting Energy

If I could breathe properly I simply would not waste my breath, Begging for help to you, who didn’t listen, when I was gasping for air. 
Because every action is a calculation of energy I have left to spend.
How hopeless it seems, to live your days conserving and rationing when and how you get to feel.

By kay1967

I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 about two years ago. Ever since I’ve lived and breathed recovery. It’s hard. It’s terribly hard. But it’s possible.

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