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“MAKE-UP”

 

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 I feel like it’s the end, then the beginning

And I’m all over the place

I feel like I am just spinning

In an empty space

One minute, I am winning

Now I am losing the race

I thought I was grinning

But I cannot embrace

This is just a headache

That I cannot erase

I look for the break

But I fall to my face

I’m running towards the line

But does it exist?

I thought I was just fine

But I have bleeding wrists

Tell me it’s just a dream

So I can wake up

Life can’t be this mean

There must be a hiccup

Is this what it seems?

Can I have a make-up?

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I am a writer. I am an artist. I love people. And understanding human behavior has become a hobby. It becomes imperative when you're trying to understand your own. I have Borderline Personality Disorder. To me, it means many things. On some days it means the most extraordinary imagination one could have. On other days it means it is the absolute end of the world when that vision gets distorted and dismissed. Sometimes I feel like it is the best part of me and sometimes I feel like I wish I had never been born. Some days it is pure black and some days pure light. I have a daily battle to find my Grey; my middle ground. It is not just a diagnosis. It's a state of mind. But this is not all that I am. I am still discovering myself one wonder at a time.

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