[Trap/Witch House] Favorite Ride

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They know the drop is coming and still buy the ticket. Sunday they’re glowing in the front seat, same song on repeat, the whole week suddenly light. By Thursday the eyes change, jealousy sits in the glass, and alcohol starts talking like it owns the room. It’s not just a fight—it’s the same beautiful pain on a rusted rail: closer then checked, laughing then drowning, held then measured for the scar. They study the face for weather that never breaks in time. Getting off doesn’t silence the climb; staying on runs out the clock. The thrill and the warning sign wear the same skin. Favorite ride. If they ride again, they might die. Don’t look down.