However I try to fight this cold feeling of being alone, it keeps haunting me. I feel like I'm riding this huge carousel made out of white porcelain with prints of gold, pink and blue butterflies and flowers.
The mirrors are huge that when I stare at my reflection, I am but a small tennis ball. Up and down, the horse takes me. I try to hold on to the gold bar that holds the horse to the base of the carousel and the roof, it keeps taking me higher. I wanna let go but I just can't. I keep holding tight and mesmerized at the lights
The carousel, no matter how magnificent won't stop turning. It's porcelain walls is slowly cracking and crumbling.
I am here at this carousel. Alone.
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