These days I feel like a whirlwind
Like a washer machine on overdrive
My feelings so complex
One minute I am miserable
The next I am just furious
And sometimes a mixture of both
All ways though with
A dash of love and pain
A drink for those
Who are no longer themselves
who lost their soul
Indefinitely
Made with a broken heart
Inside of thee
Crying tipsy to reality
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