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Broken


What am I supposed to do

When it's broken

Where it should be fixed

Your life is swirling

as mine joins the spiral down

I grab onto the foundation

But see it's an illusion

Spinning, Twisting

Not knowing where to turn

I see you, and yell for help

But it's useless

You are enveloped

In the illusion.

I then see the truth

The illusion fades away

Looking over at you

Still spinning, twirling

Gone.

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