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Little Girl you look lost.......

Lost in a worldof spinning imaginations. The beating and
thrieving brings back horrid memories. A little girl lost
in her very own head. The pounding reminds me of the slow
drip-dro of the IV giving me medication to keep me alive.
The quick moving objects all around me are like doctors
trying to figure out what's wrong with me & the constant
spinning reminds me of every MRI i had. Why do things *the
worst things* happen to the same people? Effect someone
else please, Let me actually live the life of a normal
teenage kid. But the constant pounding, fast speed, and
dizziness won't allow me too

--shorty--