The moving vehicle felt like I was riding a bull in a rodeo

The smell of cold air in the changing atmosphere tickles my nose

The wind is crashing into my face without giving pain

My vision blurs as my eyes shut tightly

The world turns pitch-black

The rumbling sound of the machine caused me to clutch the handles

like holding a life line and pray

My heart is jumping out of my chest

I scream, but no sound come out

Fear is a ghost, seeking to hold me back

But I won’t be afraid anymore, I promise myself

I slowly and diligently let go of the safety bar

The wind welcomes me as the roller coaster descends

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