The Twirling Ballerina


You don't even know who you fucking are, let alone what you're fucking worth,
spinning around like the world has set you as the twirling ballerina in its jewelry box;
know nothing, feel nothing, just keep being so.
And how do you even know you're alive
when you don't even know if you're worth the time?
Just spinning around till the world is distorted
into something you don't think you've seen before; 
know nothing, feel nothing, just keep being so
while they all feed away at your worth.


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