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Im so confussed



Its like im walking in a circle



From bad to ok to worst



The ok is just a trick



So i will lower my guard



And be hurt just as bad as befor



Whent the worst hits



Its like a whirlwind has picked me up



It twirdls me round and round



At times it seems like its released me



But its always just a joke



Why wont it just end



After so long



Its torturing me



But i have to stand strong



It would be so easy to give up



But if i let go



Then they might let go



And i can not have that happen



I am oldest so i must stand strong



Even though i remember



The good times so much more



Which makes it so much harder



They think its always been like this



So it dont bother them its the same as usuall



They think but it aint we used to be happy



But all that changed



And the whirlwind came...