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**Black Book** · #4 09-27-2011, 10:54 PM

Living To Ride, Riding To Die
I remember being young & thinking profound thoughts. I saw the older kids go down blocks, around shops, & bringing them to my favorite playground spots.
Oh, how I envied! See, I was intrigued with how the wheels spin, speed, handlebars, & seat.
I remember when I held a bike for the first time & thought, "The greatest thing on Earth's mine!" Little did I know this type of ride was the worse kind.
It started on a one-way lane. I had a bravado about me! It was just fun; a game. I was on top of the world riding through the Sunday rain, but when Monday came, something changed.
The road progressed into a slope. The bike began to smoke. My breathing became erratic, it felt like the works of a stroke.
My lungs strained with every pedal committed, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted. My internal organs became acidic. Still I couldn't find the strength to quit it.
The road was now almost a 90° angle. I found each breathe I breathed painful. God was near; I could see angels because by then I had began to wheeze; strangle.
Then the bike errupted. My life was in jeopardy & disrupted. I had so many more important things, but now I had very little time to budget.
The flames surrounded me like penitentiary bars. I was half on this world, half in the stars. From my rise, to comfort, to fall, the bike played many parts.
The bike was the cigarettes that made me asthmatic, & the ride was the states of my lungs; so tragic.
The flames on the bike is the lung cancer. & my fate? There's only one answer: It's time for me to leave behind the Sun and Earth.

**Black Book** · 09-27-2011, 10:54 PM

Living To Ride, Riding To Die
I remember being young & thinking profound thoughts. I saw the older kids go down blocks, around shops, & bringing them to my favorite playground spots.
Oh, how I envied! See, I was intrigued with how the wheels spin, speed, handlebars, & seat.
I remember when I held a bike for the first time & thought, "The greatest thing on Earth's mine!" Little did I know this type of ride was the worse kind.
It started on a one-way lane. I had a bravado about me! It was just fun; a game. I was on top of the world riding through the Sunday rain, but when Monday came, something changed.
The road progressed into a slope. The bike began to smoke. My breathing became erratic, it felt like the works of a stroke.
My lungs strained with every pedal committed, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted. My internal organs became acidic. Still I couldn't find the strength to quit it.
The road was now almost a 90° angle. I found each breathe I breathed painful. God was near; I could see angels because by then I had began to wheeze; strangle.
Then the bike errupted. My life was in jeopardy & disrupted. I had so many more important things, but now I had very little time to budget.
The flames surrounded me like penitentiary bars. I was half on this world, half in the stars. From my rise, to comfort, to fall, the bike played many parts.
The bike was the cigarettes that made me asthmatic, & the ride was the states of my lungs; so tragic.
The flames on the bike is the lung cancer. & my fate? There's only one answer: It's time for me to leave behind the Sun and Earth.

09-27-2011, 10:54 PM	#4
Black Book <GrandScheme Shogunate> Ranked Text Record 145 Won / 55 Lost Exclusive Text Record 6 Won / 3 Lost Join Date: Oct 2010 Voted: 0 audio / 529 text Posts: 5,432 Mentioned: 963 Post(s) Tagged: 33 Thread(s)	Living To Ride, Riding To Die I remember being young & thinking profound thoughts. I saw the older kids go down blocks, around shops, & bringing them to my favorite playground spots. Oh, how I envied! See, I was intrigued with how the wheels spin, speed, handlebars, & seat. I remember when I held a bike for the first time & thought, "The greatest thing on Earth's mine!" Little did I know this type of ride was the worse kind. It started on a one-way lane. I had a bravado about me! It was just fun; a game. I was on top of the world riding through the Sunday rain, but when Monday came, something changed. The road progressed into a slope. The bike began to smoke. My breathing became erratic, it felt like the works of a stroke. My lungs strained with every pedal committed, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted. My internal organs became acidic. Still I couldn't find the strength to quit it. The road was now almost a 90° angle. I found each breathe I breathed painful. God was near; I could see angels because by then I had began to wheeze; strangle. Then the bike errupted. My life was in jeopardy & disrupted. I had so many more important things, but now I had very little time to budget. The flames surrounded me like penitentiary bars. I was half on this world, half in the stars. From my rise, to comfort, to fall, the bike played many parts. The bike was the cigarettes that made me asthmatic, & the ride was the states of my lungs; so tragic. The flames on the bike is the lung cancer. & my fate? There's only one answer: It's time for me to leave behind the Sun and Earth.
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