Looking into the mirror to admire something you've created. Then watch it shatter into a million pieces while the devil grins maniacally at you, scoffing, mocking, pitying.
Strong daydreams woven into a smooth tango of sorts. Continuous movement with a perfect energy that wraps you and throws you up into the air; a giggling child with the assurance that you will be caught, again and again.
Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.
And all fall down.
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