Roller Coaster
My life is a roller coaster that only goes down...
My life is a roller coaster that only goes down...
It has built up speed from countless Nights of no sleep and anxiety. The beat of the roller coaster racing down the endless tracks matches the pace of my heartbeat.
The wheels feel as if they might fall off track leaving me to plummet in slow motion to the ground below me.
The paint on my cart is chipped and there are many dents. My seatbelt is loose I think I might fall out.
But I stay on track in a bright red cart that will eventually lead me to the end of my ride.
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Drea Rossa
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