I'm stuck
In a tornado of my mind
Fighting against blowing grain
Pretending to be fine
Hoping practice makes perfect
I'm running out of time
At least that feels like the verdict
Catch me before I fall
I wish for somebody
I'm swirling in mind
While spinning in body
I’m going down, though this time
my rescue is up to me
Thoughts may be going hard
But I know I got the brakes
Breathe.
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