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Carinval Ride

Carnival games, roller coaster rides, deep fried bananas
Screaming people, loud music, babies crying
Long lines, contests to win cars, job recruiters
The music vibrates beneath my feet
I dance along pretending I’m fine
I soak in the guitar
I drink the lemonade
I fake my smile
Pretend my eyes aren’t wondering
I know you’re here
You know I’m here
My heart beats faster and faster
The pain is beating on me like a drum
I’m looking for you
Brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin
I see you
But you no longer see me
I hold back the tears and go on a ride
To escape this carnival, to escape you




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