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Round and round we go. Everything becoming one. No up, no down, or side to side. It has all begun to mix. Colors slowly blurring becoming a huge tie-die. Round and round we go, only stopping when our eyes close. Open them and we start to roll. Hours on in we go. Leaning back and laughing. Round and round we go. People all around us seem to disappear into the blank abyss that now seems to surround us. Our heads spinning. Getting faster and faster. Everything a blur. Round and round we go. Finally falling down. We lay there still, waiting for the rest of the world to catch up. Once it does we look around. The world is a strange place to be. So round and round we go. When we stop, if we stop, it will be up to us.