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A dark whorl of concentric circles

Drags me round and pulls me down

Reach out your hand and pull me out and save me

Or watch me being swallowed whole

By a life that does not at all console

But let’s you suffer indignantly in abstract pain over and over again

I risk a nervous breakdown as I feel like I am going insane

Being thrown about in the dark whorl

Dragging me down with an electro magnetic force

Reach out your hand and save me

Or just stand back and watch me being damned

By life as it constrains and restricts my hopes and dream

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