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My knuckles have turned to white,
From gripping the bar so tight.
Plunging ever faster through the night,
I abandon all - restraint, fear, sight.
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Bouncing blindly, I grimace,
Not from pain, but sudden bliss.
The pang of perception leaves me breathless,
Was I really so faithless to miss this?
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I see now what I've forgot,
That my worry's all for naught.
Trust in that eternal, stems the onslaught
Of uncertainty with which life is fraught.
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