Bipolar bear is a creature of whimsy,
With a wild and untamed soul,
He roams the land with joyful frenzy,
His moods like a ship on the ocean's roll.
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Sometimes he's up, and sometimes he's down,
His emotions a swirling sea,
He may wear a smile, or a deepening frown,
But he's never quite sure who he'll be.
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He loves to dance in the pouring rain,
And bask in the sun's warm glow,
He relishes the taste of sweet champagne,
And adores the softest of snow.
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But sometimes his mind is a turbulent place,
Where the waves of his mood crash and crest,
And he longs for a calmer, more tranquil space,
Where he can finally pause and find rest.
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And in the end, it's revealed to be true,
That bipolar bear is just me,
A wisp, a fiction, a dream that grew,
But still a part of my identity.
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Bipolar Bear Dancing In The Rain
