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Feb 2021
For awhile, I was running.

Running so hard, so fast,
My mind had no chance to let thoughts run past.

Lungs searing under the weight of my oxygen-demanding muscles,

I push my writhing muscles, while I wrench
This suffering heart to my will.

This foolish will of mine.
Emilio Valdez
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Emilio Valdez  26/M/Boulder CO
(26/M/Boulder CO)   
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