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Mirror moods in shattered glass,
Highs and lows that move too fast.
Every color twists my mind,
A pattern I can’t leave behind.

But in the storm, I hear your voice,
Love can turn the noise to choice.

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.

Rising up, then crashing down,
Dancing smiles, then underground.
But you remind me how to breathe,
To fight the dark, to still believe.

And in your arms, I feel defined,
The fractured glass becomes aligned.

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.

“Medication, meditation…
Rest, reflection, dedication.
The pieces fit, the colors blend—
A broken shape can start again.”

Kaleidoscope of bipolar,
Spinning wild, then pulling closer.
Through the night, I find control,
With your light, I heal my soul.
“Kaleidoscope… kaleidoscope… of bipolar…”
Spinning in and out then backwards again,
“Kaleidoscope… kaleidoscope… of bipolar…”


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