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Down hill
I feel like I’m a little girl again,
 
 Driving down a steep hill on my Barbie bike
 
 
 Full speed ahead
 But the wind in my hair
 
 And the scream in my throat
 
 
 And the feeling of floating keeps my feet up high
 And I know that even if I do try to stop
 
 I’m going to fast, so that
 
 
 The second my feet hit the pedals
 The bike will stop and I will fly forward
 
 Adrenaline pulsing through my veins
 
 
 And fear widening my eyes
 The only difference is now; I don’t want to stop,
 
 To slow,
 
 
 To linger.
 I want to go faster, and faster, and faster.
 
 And if I try to stop, I want to scrape my knees.
 
 
 I will not cry.
 You can keep your precious band-aids.

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