I am unaware; unconscious
Until the sudden lurch
Weightlessness consumes me
The wind whistles past
Cold; fierce i cannot feel it
I am unaffected
The world stretches out before me
Beautiful landscapes
A patchwork of colors
Emotions fail to overcome me
Driven towards a goal,
My short pointless existence is meant
To end theirs
The ground rushes upwards
My time is at and end
Just as the lives of a million others
Have also ended
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