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don’t tell me about you, I’m tired of it. I’ve turned towards the sun, and I’ve begun to grow out of you. “It’s my turn.”
It’s my turn this time around, to give it a go, to spin the merry-go-round and see them all blur, holding tightly to the bars, as I run alongside, trying to jump on and spin with them.
don’t tell me about
you, I’m tired of it.
I’ve turned towards the
sun, and I’ve begun to
grow out of you.
“It’s my turn.”
It’s my turn this time around, to give it a go, to spin the merry-go-round and see them all blur, holding tightly to the bars, as I run alongside, trying to jump on and spin with them.