See, nothing happened, the world is still spinning.
It was something so insignificant, but it kept you up all night, gnawing your peace of mind, butchering your sanity.
Now put your hands on your chest, can you hear it? Your heart
It's still beating.
Everything you thought would happen didn't happen.
Stomach churning.
Stop worrying.
The world will keep spinning.
Spin with it, until you're out of breath,
until your end comes.
And even without you,
it'll keep spinning.
Stomach churning, stop worrying, just keep spinning.
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Art work by Basquait
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