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 Sep 2015 Cynthia Gust
Chelsey
I'm like a tornado, spinning round
and round, bringing everyone down,
destroying whatever I touch.
When you look in my eyes,
do you see a tattered soul,
a crippled heart?
Or just the monster that I've become?
They say that what doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
but I am weak,
and I am tired.
All of this spinning has made me dizzy.

I'm like a tornado,  
bringing everyone down
in my righteous path of self-destruction.

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