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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