The whirpool and her sister

my life is like like charybdis

my head is spinning, can't take this

I breathe in, everything all at once

I belche it out and feel like a dunce

if only i had someone to come

and pick out every crumb

that bothers my life

and helps me with every strife

I make waves when I speak

but they come back and make everything bleak

but my sister is right beside me

picking off the bad ones, now that's the key

together, we are a force unstoppable

but I will always have a bubble that's poppable

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