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I woke up one morning, Before the crack of dawn, Where the air was icy cold, And the living were deadly silent. Wanting to release this fire in me, I did the only thing I could achieve. The path blurred below me, Blood pumping with adrenaline, Thumps echoed in my ears, Beats of sweat roll down my forehead. And for a moment I felt invincible, Like I myself was the only limit, For nothing could stop me.
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
Run.
I woke up one morning, Before the crack of dawn, Where the air was icy cold, And the living were deadly silent. Wanting to release this fire in me, I did the only thing I could achieve. The path blurred below me, Blood pumping with adrenaline, Thumps echoed in my ears, Beats of sweat roll down my forehead. And for a moment I felt invincible, Like I myself was the only limit, For nothing could stop me.
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
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