The words don't make sense but the sounds say "kindness." The shape the face makes tells me something is wrong but the sounds say "all is well." When I ride the teacups, I lose track of where the sky is and I feel like I've woken up late at night and my parents aren't home. I never used to get dizzy. I used to count the rows in the couch and imagine tiny canyons. The hands hurt me but the sounds say "don't be afraid."
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