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This hate it burns inside,

have need to confide.

My brain is all but fried,

love is one wild ride.



When you think its up, its down.

When you think its down, its up.

When you think your above, you drown.

You think your old, your just a pup.



When the ride enters the station,

the excitement isn’t done.

Because without any warning,

it shoots off like a raygun.



Then once the ride had been around,

twenty five times or more.

It stops with a screeching sound,

when its done you’ll crawl on the floor.



They herd you of the platform,

then your cast into a most heinous dorm.

To never again be as safe and warm,

left lifeless and without form.