Round, round, round it goes. Does it stop? Nobody knows. Spin, spin, spin it does. Does it break? Nobody asks. The lights, they glare; yet I stare. The motion, it sickens; yet I would not dare
Divert.
Insanity talks...
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave...
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