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Sep 2020
Filled up with empty words,
Torn down by broken promises.
Joy, elation, ecstasy,
Sorrow, anger, disappointment.
Up and down, up and down,
Back and forth, back and forth.
I am not a toy,
This is not a rollercoaster ride.
There is no ice cream, no sunshine,
It rains, it pours, it thunders,
Loud and disruptive and destructive.
I reject it.
I will find my own sunshine.
I will build my own joy ride.
Written by
Hope Elyse
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     Anthony Pierre, 𝐀𝖓𝖓𝖆 and ---
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