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Sometimes I feel like a vortex; a black hole
On a road to ruin, ripping into everyone's lives like a hurricane that only leaves tears and hands, held out asking

       Why? Sometimes I feel like a vortex; a black hole On a road to ruin, ripping into everyone's lives like a hurricane that only leaves tears and hands, held out asking Why?
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