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I'm turning swirling looking for some grounding, grounded to the earth looking around scared to be proud was just praying hoping to be found. Wait stop open your eyes allow your arms to rise be proud I haven't drown I was found by my family and friends they're here for me I didn't need be scared just needed to be freed by me no longer trapped by this disease which has misled me into thinking drug addiction was freeing me when I'm reality it kept me swirling and turning looking for more the only way through was the score believed it was my only door.
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