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Apr 13
Nausea slowly creeps in
The spiral takes you down and down and down
Or maybe you’re just where you started
And all the debris is spinning around you

You can grasp at the threads
But it will just unravel more
You can try and find the end
But you never will
The string just gets thinner and thinner and thinner

Either way its out of your control
Its turtles all the way down
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