Ticket booth

Empty all your pockets,
this ride is better than before,
it's windy rage and winedy spirit,
it's always giving more,
there's fun and laughs,
and cry's of joy,
there's music when it's begun,
it's always just the best of times,
and starts with loads of fun,
but then you reach the bully zone,
where kids begin to pick,
then there's stress of the trivial,
like debt and social kicks,
but empty up it's so unique,
the ride is all brand new,
a surprise at the ending,
although not much fun for you. 

 
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idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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