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It spins, this whirlpool in my head

Systematically revolving in a circle

Ever reaching below the surface

Tormenting me, taunting every fiber

Until it wins the battle, watching

As I stagger across the room

Walls, purposely move in my way

Creaking and moaning, laughing

At this, me, like a drunk on a binge

Yet, no alcohol is involved

With imagination in overdrive

I see them closing in, the narrows

Blocking my exit, I’m a prisoner

With no escape, lest I try

But fall into the bottomless pit

Clutching, raking my nails

Spinning rooms and closing walls

Leave me no choice, I cave

Exhaustion takes over

Body crumpling to the ground

Praying for it to stop, to end

I hold on for dear life, as

It begins



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