Just seen a handsome man in red undies hanging dead. And instantly started crying, for no aparent reason but the usual if-something-is-painful-it-will-most-surely-happen-to-me.
Only minutes after the play ended did i realise that, although i was not aware of it, i was crying `cause i knew that one day i would see my one and true love hanging dead.
Bipolar disorder can do that to the love of your life.
mixed patter magic! Love it!
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