We, this kind we scream and yell. Our two minds, they long to tell our stories. To be hidden well and never seen, were our tortured selves were feared to dream, became stagnant. We learned to lie the best we could, we danced thier dances as all good children should. And then one day the music stopped. One child stood forward and said, She had got? A vision. They laughed they pointed, and they fleed away from her. But she vowed on that day to always endure, and she did. Bi-Polar one, and two they say, had caused her to think and act that way, so she takes her meds in one hand, and her dreams and goals she holds tightly in her other. She takes those steps one at a time, and now controls her future, and her sickness which sleeps with her mind, on a daily basis. She has destined to be the voice for all of those who have yet to hear, that we too have a purpose of being and living right here; and among the others. So I salute you all who are taking the stand, so hang up those fliers, and strike up the bands, for victory over our disease. Take care all.
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