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I’m beginning to feel
Like we’re a
Carousel.

The good times
Turned to redundancy
Reduced to nothing
But a jeering melody
On neverending
repeat.

Bright lights
That confuse us
And disjoint us
Leaving us emptier
With each time we go around.

And we never stop
Until we are burned out
Burned down,
To ashes-
Gone up in flames
Because we could not stop.

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