Guilt trip

You took me on a ride
On the guilt trip
Every turn and curve
Every bump 
With highs and lows
Made me sick to my stomach
Screaming and shouting
I was scared and afraid
And the wind was hitting me
With tears falling down my face
You sat so happily
And enjoyed the ride
But I got off 
And lost my voice.

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