She is there
She waits
With her head down
She waits
Not knowing if she is giving up
Or taking a break
Sick from all the unspokens
All the filters, the mazes
The weaves and blind turns
She is naeusous
Motion sick
She used to love roller coasters
Now they are too real
The ins and outs and upside downs
The yes's and no's
The supposed to's the shows
The grudges felt but not heard or spoken
The vibration, the tremor of her voice
Coming from the inside out
She has a choice
She purges. She lets go
The ride slows down
She can see, she can feel
She lifts her head
It is real.
She is here.
Alive and dead
Empty and fed
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