Spinning around with nothing to grasp on to
Thoughts racing, colliding, bursting out a new star
Just out of reach but bright enough to be seen
This is not chosen ignorance but survivalism
Believing this to be true is the only way to continue
To not hate oneself, loathing the reflection looking back
Questioning daily, pacing in confined energy
Not until the mind is clear can a breath be sucked down
Anxiety a corset sinching inch by inch deeper, tighter
Let the storm settle and then shores await in glowing desire
Too far gone, too lost to understand when to stop paddling
To let the waters drown out the thoughts again
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