Bipolar depression

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I had a nightmare last night.I stood in the middle of an empty road,In an empty town,Just waiting.For what I don't know.But there I stood.In the silent,The nothingness,
As I walked down this busted up bowling alley,A guy,Looks to be in his mid-40's decided to approach me.He tapped my shoulder,Looked over to be welcomed with a decent comb over.
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