8TwilightAngel8

I feel like a bull rider on a 2000 pound beast. From the very start of the battle it's rough. With each kick my hands loosen, but stubbornly I hang on because I think I can conquer the unconquerable. The bull gets more intense and soon a have a sense of dread. I may still be holding on for the ride, but when I get off, will I have the strength to get safely out of the ring or will I be gored by the bull's horns? I decide I must get off now while strength still resides in me. I don't care about the cheering crowd and all the eyes on me. I must get off. I want to live. On its next buck I jump off and manage to sprint to the safety outside th