The world spins under me.
I wind up inside.
The tension builds to a choking.
My rung pinched neck.
How is everyone around me so-
kinetic?
God, they accept transgressions!
The world spins under me.
I wind up inside.
The tension builds to a choking.
My rung pinched neck.
How is everyone around me so-
kinetic?
God, they accept transgressions!
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