The highs are high
Higher than the clouds
Than the atmosphere and the stars
But the lows
The lows are lower than
The darkest cavern in the sea
Lower than the deepest pits of hell
And no matter how much I wish
That this roller coaster would slow down
Would stop
Just for a moment
I know that men like you never stop
No matter the cost,
No matter the tears,
No matter the heartbreak
And the only way to save myself
Is to get off the ride
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rage and recovery
Short Storya testament to the rocky road between rage and recovery and the thought that the two might not be so different after all
