This.

by Erica proszenyak   Aug 26, 2006


The quivering of my head just won't stop. It's like i'm spinning on a giant ride, that just won't stop. I'm confused why won't it stop.

I reached the rollercoaster, it was going up and down and to the right and to the left. It makes me sick.

Finally the 2nd last ride the scary ghost ride, first through the dark tunnel and then through the water tunnel and then throught the tunnel of death.

The last ride, life, It hurt most. All i had to do is put on a smiley face, to cover the hurting.

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