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My life is like a whirlwind
  Everything is unstoppingly
  Stirring, constantly, spinning
  Not stopping for a single moment
  Not peace for a single moment.
  Nothing is certain people going in and out of my life everyone
  Hastily
  Fast conversations
  Inconstanct judgements
  No one stays
  Nothing is still
  Even the ground
  Also already collapsed

  I float in the air
  Spinning with the whirlwind
  Crazily flying spinning flapping
  Not stopping for a moment
  Crazily flying spinning flapping

  I can also get tired, like everyone does
  Or from a certain moment,
  Shortly after the start of the whirlwind, or before the start
  I was already exhausted.
  I have been trying, trying my best,
  Putting enormous efforts
  In the whirlpool of everything
  In the inconstancy of everything
  In the endless ever-lasting collapse, birth and demise of everything
  To find something relatively stable, static, fixed, still
  To allow me a moment of rest-
  When I am too tired to move at all, when I want to quit but I can’t at all as usual
  Allow me a single tiny break
  Just a tiny little bit
A little little bit
  Even if
  It’s a still place that is imagined
  An imaginary small piece of ground
  When I have to be unstoppingly spinning, collapsing, being born and dying constantly
  While my thoughts
  Can be here, on the imagined stationary ground
  Can rest awhile
  Pause awhile
  Even if
 It is imaginary

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