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Up and Down
Up and Down
The highs seems higher
after being down so far
But then the lows feel worse.

I want to stay on the flat rails
But even that has sharp turns
and no matter what i'm flung around
trying to hold on.

Is there something wrong
that i'm the only one not laughing and smiling?
How is it that everyone enjoys the ride
but I just want to get off?

Even after every dip they smile,
happy it's over and never noticing
that we are going up just to fall again.

We will never stay up high,
and the higher we go the further we drop,
why am I the only one looking nervous?
why does no one else see this?

I guess that the rollercoaster
just isn't my ride,
but i'll keep riding it,
trying to fake it,
until I either fall,
or fly.

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