Vortex

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Vortex:

A black pit, an endless vacuum

We all have a personal vortex

In which we try and throw away the bad memories of our past, which bother us so

The vortex which we have wants to kill us and torment us by throwing the memories we want away

They want to see us run and cry from the memories

Face whatever it throws, leave the past behind

Your vortex will always stay, always keep it tamed