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CJ Bond 2006 ©
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I stand still, the world spins, I can’t keep up though the world wins. I get confused, and I get frustrated. I hear these voices, screaming at me, though I can’t quite figure out on what they tend to speak. I find myself talking in circles, I find myself pointing towards a window. I tell myself jump, I find myself landing into a garbage dump. I cry myself to sleep, calling myself a creep. Never again will I have to explain. Here I am in a coffin, no more coughing. No more cigarettes, no more sweats.
