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Sep 2014
You keep on hurting me
             again
               and again
                 and again

Like we're on a roller-coaster ride
You're the loop and I'm the rider
Up, down, up, down
Down
down
down


I used to be scared of height
but now, even after the gravity pulled me down
I still enjoy our ride.
Does this even make any sense?
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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