Days come and go
No beginning and no end
I’m spinning round and round
Getting dizzy and confused.
Being pulled apart
Left or right beckons on me
Backward or forward entices me
Where will I go?
Being ruined, piece by piece
Catching my falling self
Trying to stand
With my remaining will.
I wouldn’t want to go
Emaciated to the bone
Disappearing into thin air
My clothes flapping in the wind.
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