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Aug 2014
Maybe it's just my teenage mind
But I'm trapped in the middle of a storm.
So deep inside the eye
I can only remember where it's taken me.
I can't see out where I'm going
Only I know I have to chose.

Everything swirls around me so fast
It's nauseating.
How am I supposed to focus?
How am I supposed to decide?

I'm the eye of the storm
But I am blind.
Meagan Marie
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