Square one
We're back,
Lost track
Full circle,
Like everything
That goes up
Must come down,
This clown
Is going to cry again,
High like a hot air balloon
And just as deflated
The ego that rose
Thorns punctured
Let it all out,
Ground rush
Break in the fall
Cold leaves
And in comes the pain,
I've done it again
Didn't learn now
Nor then,
Committed to the cake...

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