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Jun 2014
I feel like life is a giant ride
A roller-coaster of mystery
No place to run or to hide
Past is gone now history
Once in line, no returning
You now are strapped in
Your stomach churning
Shoulders in a tight pin
Just like your emotions
Changing automatically
No remedy or a potion
To cure this lone bully
Sad and happy all day
Not knowing the change
Knowing in a distinct way
It's now in a different range
Can't control the machine
But you can control you
In a world of bright green
I only see a brownish hue
I want to get off this ride
I want to run as far possible
Before it gets close to my side
Leave behind all chaos and rubble
Brett W
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Brett W
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