This whirl pool,my past,and will i? (poem)

Stuck in the past,
like a whirl pool,
continuous play and rewind,
like a tape,
a tape that never dies.

do i dare try to move on?
do i dare look beyond?

but if i try,
will i no longer be stuck?
will i have the freedom i yurn for?
will i be who I'm ment to be??

if i try,
to make an effort,
will there be proof that this whirl pool of my past exists?

will i no longer look insane?
or hopeless inside,
will my past stay in the past?
or creep up behind?

do i dare ask for help,
or do i just leave it alone?

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""lost the rhythm or whatever,but I try-ed""