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Nov 2021
It's how I escape.
It's like a rollercoaster ride
that doesn't stop.
It's been getting higher.
It's getting ready to drop.
Now I'm stuck and I'm sittin,
I can only wait.
There's no escaping from escaping,
so just embrace the mistake.
Written by
Michael
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