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Life is like a carousel

Constantly turning in a circular motion 

Holding on so tight -

Blisters start to form,

Filling the crevices of my hands

Though, 

I’m used to them by now - 

Because I've always lived this way 

Clinging onto things that hurt me -

Even when they leave me bleeding,

Shaking

So, burn me at the stake

If that’s what it takes

To stop this carousel