Spun

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~Spun~

Twirling, shifting, rolling

On an ever-changing tide

Struggling to hold down feelings

So long kept inside

The world will never know

And never even care

About how hard it hit me

When I was simply standing there

Karma was unbalanced

It was not her time to say

It was me, it was my own heart

That got up in the way

And now the cuts are healing

The swelling is going down

But my head... It's still spinning

Around, and around, and around

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