Title: whirlpool
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Blog Entry: Ive lost myself.. in a spinning whirlpool of pain suffering, and my insanity. it is hard to be able to stay on top, but there are times when the whirlpool increases its speed and sucks you into its core along with dark tentacles sucking, choking my throat, but what comes out is not air but the gray smoke that is inside of me (the dark thought). Nicotine as my lifejacket only has temporary relief for if i go back to its shady trance it sucks my life into the drain which the whirlpool is created from. I watch the whirlpool go down, along with my self being thrashed and thrown by its strong current. What could i do NOTHING. There is something that i cought in the corner of my eye. An elegant beautiful girl that is standing on the edge of my sanity. She smiles and slowly bends over to take my hand and take me out of the griphole of my nightmare. Once she tried, i desengaged out of fear and stupidity. Second time i would of known better to grasp on. Our hands met and our fingers entwined. Yet she is slowly pulling me out. a confused look on her face projects out her decision whether shell let go and live her life as if she never met this drowning boy. Or lift him out of his own tragedy.
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