When mania returns,
The head does not crack,
But I still can listen a voice:
"There's no need to break!"
The girl inside smiles,
The girl outside
There is something to grasp.
But the real me
Far to hide.
There is everywhere rasp.
When mania returns,
In a glass of orange juice
The bar is empty racks
Nobody treats and not produce.
When mania returns
Depression is going away.
Friends go to tea with biscuits,
But sweets it's all that stay.
06.06.2018
Mania
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