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Why can I not understand that roller coaster that runs thru my vains..

Like a deadly thunderstorm raceing me down a road of acefault..

A serge here of such anger, pain and rage..

A serge of happiness,joy,and freedom..

Then all gets let go..

Up and down the hill everything goes..

Round and round like the tornado that never stops..

That will never find a place to land..