Three trains have pulled out on me... all in one night.
The first train was not in my power to stop.
The other two had thrown me out of its windows.
... And I know I am yet to hit the ground.
I had been there.
And the ground had once provided me with a rocky surface..
cold and hard.. but had cradled me just the same.
The ground and I are friends now.
So there is nothing to fear, right..?
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