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Carousel

My world is constantly spinning.
Never stopping so I can take a breath.
Itís like a carousel ride always going in the same direction.
I have the urge to jump off and not look back.
What happens to me if I do?
Will I love my new life, or simply be haunted by the one I left behind me?
If I could just stop and breath even for a moment I might be okay.
Instead I am spinning faster and faster until I am suffocating.
Everyone on the ride with me is laughing and smiling, and all I want to do is scream.
How are they enjoying this ride so much when all it does is cause me constant pain?
The ride begins to slow and a new person joins.
Everything speeds up again, and I have made my choice to jump off.
I donít care where I land as long as it isnít here anymore.
The new passenger sits beside me and barely brushes against my side,
and I have a brief moment of air pass my lips.
For a moment it doesnít hurt as bad.
The ride goes faster and I start to slip off, the passenger grabs my hand and pulls me back from the edge and suddenly I can catch my breath.
When the passenger is near me I can breath and itís the most wonderful feeling.
The ride begins to slow down, and I begin to enjoy every turn and spin.
With the passenger by my side I donít want to jump off anymore.
I want to see what every turn has in store for me.
I want to ride the carousel until the very end and get my moneyís worth for the ride.
brokenyetstrong
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