Every time I meet someone new, it always begins again with me and you.
A vicious cycle of you chasing me, me chasing them, them chasing you.
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Round and round, like a scrambler at a fair, so close we almost touch before spinning and slamming away. Sometimes the ride ends, people switch places, before we start up again. Some trips around, no one reaches for me, and I keep my hands to myself. And others are full of laughter and screams as we all reach for the closest person coming around.
But eventually, the ride ends for everyone. Cast outside the fair grounds, left in the dark, you hope to find someone to walk home with, but the fair long since departed, and with her, all the other riders, still distracted, still chasing each other until they are tossed out, one by one, just like you were.
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