I sat on the end of my bed with my legs
Shoved between the foot board and the matress
And I stared at my hands as you came in
And asked me what was wrong
"Have you ever wondered why you are your name?
Or why you are here and not somewhere else?
Or why here is where it is, and the whole time
You feel like you're spinning and falling?"
I stopped and looked at him.
He looked at me
and he sorta laughed
and he said
"No."
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