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Jul 2013
Come on now,
Come some how.
Keep that pace ,
Finish the race.
Feel the burn,
Make the turn.
Take the pain,
Pride's the gain.
Is it for me?
It's not for you.
Why do I run?
Not for fun.
Why do I strive?
Making sure I survive?

No. To prove to Myself that I am alive.
Always running but to where and from what? My questions. That's your lot.
Written by
S G Downey
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