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Dec 2024
round and round we go,
on the carousel
it occurs to me
theres nothing i can to do to help myself
round and round we go,
on the ferris wheel
i think my relationships
cant ever heal
round and round we go,
on the merry-go-round
i find myself praying to be buried
thinking i am to be falling
on, under, in the ground
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