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Nov 2019
When the sugar hits my mind
I lose the sense to make sense
Complicated caffeinated composure
Crafted by this new exposure
Is it me that I am seeing
Running so fast through the hour
Elevated so high up
On this rush-built tower
But then there is a crash
And when it crashes it crumbles
And I fall as fast as I flew
What a rollercoaster sugar is
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