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My brain twirls and spins, like when I rode the teacups at Disneyland.

I get off, and it makes me sick--not knowing which way to go.

The spinning stops so abruptly, I feel like I was slammed into a wall.

I turn around, and I'm in an empty room, black as night.

I see nothing, but I can feel something closing in on me...

Their breath on my neck; Their thoughts wriggling in my brain like worms.

Where is my savior, my knight....?

"HELP", I scream, but I realize I'm all alone....

I always have been.

I've only got myself---and even that, I cannot trust.