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Jan 2020
I always think it ends,
But it's just another turn.
With all these bends,
It's nauseating.

It's a sickening ride,
That I'm forced on.
Drowning at high tide,
Stranded when it's low.

Two steps in,
But three steps out.
Standing on ice that's thin,
About to fall.
SinoAko
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SinoAko  18/M/richmond, va
(18/M/richmond, va)   
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