I am sure of it now.
That I'm the least sure of everything,
That I've ever been.
And if I close my eyes tight.
It won't change the fact that
I'll sit here until I turn green.
I've been in a depressing daze.
Rebooting a flattened soul.
Looking for comfort in all types of ways.
My mind was a maze as it were.
Now it's been blended.
And there seems to be no cure.
I am now sure!
Of a vortex inside
And nothing more.
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