Crying babies.
Random strangers.
Turbulence making you sick.
All of it's bad,
But then you're glad
Because all of it's done for now.
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By LissyTrue2002
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Crying babies.
Random strangers.
Turbulence making you sick.
All of it's bad,
But then you're glad
Because all of it's done for now.