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I cannot describe the anguish uncertainty frustration That I feel every motion step back wave That cycles through at the beach with a gush and a rush and a tumble and a blow that knocks me down only so I can stand back up and feel my knees crack beneath my own breath. And I look back towards the carnival and watch as people jump on the Ferris Wheel As if this were a cruel joke game ruse. And they still laugh as I circle back the same.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Circling
I cannot describe the anguish uncertainty frustration That I feel every motion step back wave That cycles through at the beach with a gush and a rush and a tumble and a blow that knocks me down only so I can stand back up and feel my knees crack beneath my own breath. And I look back towards the carnival and watch as people jump on the Ferris Wheel As if this were a cruel joke game ruse. And they still laugh as I circle back the same.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
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