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You say I am supposed to knowbut everything I think I know is one big sentence
A fragment unfinished
and who knows where it will take me
My mind you see
it twirls and stumbles
it clicks and clacks
And the entrance I walked through
that was once right behind me is now gone
in the swirling of my mind
I realize
that I don't know a thing
because my next spin could
lead me
away
So how do I know
Trust I guess
maybe some faith
but it's hard
when
We are hanging, lost
and
we can be nothing and everything
A beautiful concept
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