I went to Great America today
and rode Raging Bull six times.
There's something therapeutic about eighty miles per hour and 6 gs.

The facts of this world are so
heavy to me, like chains
around my throat.

Help me escape.

Let me ride the Bull,
and the Shockwave,
and the Eagle.

Let my feet leave
the ground, and my
spirit soar.

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