We're Dying

April 13, 2011
Spinning.
Spinning round and round.
There is.
There is no up or down.
Can’t control what is not real.
Cannot help the way we feel.
And we’re spinning.
Spinning round and round.
We chose this.
We chose this.
It’s mine now.
We’re dying.
Stop it.
You don’t know what this is.
Depression.
Mutilation.
Swept us away.
Keep it away.
This is it.
This is hell.





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