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Slowly spinning round and round in circles...
This option, that option, this option that option.
back and forth, round and round,
caught in the cintrivical force of the options.
Long and long and long i've been spinning. Too long to easily stop. My brain is sore, my heart is tired, my body almost destroyed... Spinning. spinning. round and round.

I need off this ride. out of this life. To sit down. settle abit. To plop on the ground and let the world spin and spin around me until it stops. To wait until the land is still and the walls aren't sideways and I can stand and reteach myself to walk again. To play and laugh and skip and sing again. I long to be able to sing. Then I can dance and dance to my hearts delight.. Dance and sing and be free from the spinning and from the options and constant circles.