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.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 3:52 PM UTC
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.
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