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You push and pull me,
I freefall to your will,
Back and forth,
Forward and back.
The rush ties my stomach in knots.
One minute you make me fly,
The next, i'm plummeting down.
This ride gives me a rush,
But you won't slow down.
Do I even want to get off?

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