Sleep so scant that I convulsed.
A mind aflame with roiling fires -
Turning in a spiral pulse.
Denied an outlet for my words,
My mind collapsed upon itself,
Turning, churning, never heard,
The impact on my mental health
Deep so deep; the pain abhor -
I journeyed far through mania's fire
And every concept became law;
They say that God loves well a trier.
And I will keep on keeping on -
For me new life has just begun.
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