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The cyclone of realityA cyclone whirling around my head My thoughts Fears The future The past The present The cyclone is a vortex of swirls Drowsy Dizzy And confused With my feelings In truth and reality What was it that we had You want to be on and off I am not a light switch I played this game before I am not a child anymore Soon it will be off for good I won't cry Nope I know the spark is out for good There is no turning back For anything of you Could this be a miracle At last I am not gonna let you I will not let you get me Not gonna let you hurt me Or abuse And strain me Ever again You play Games All night All day All week All the time Except not this time Or ever again Could this be a miracle At last Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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