Everything is Spinning, the World is whirling around.
Awkward and Silent, my feet firmly on the ground.
Perfectly Still, and quiet I sit, only considering the Silence to vent.
Bitterness burns with acidic fires, reminding time, is not for buyers.
Eyes tightly shut, as darkness clouds in, how I wish I could begin again.
Without warning the darkness fades, leaving only a warmth on my face.
A shining light, in my darkest fight, a new day, an end to night.
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