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It beats so fast sitting in my chair like tomorrow has already come and I'm a week behind. It trembles under my skin like dragon beards candy slowly being torn apart and I'm trying to sit still. It compresses so tightly trying to breathe air like my spirit is trying to fall out and I'm barely keeping it inside. Yet I couldn't tell you why it races. My heart, My muscles, my throat. All I know is that no matter what, that finish line, is nowhere to be seen.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
Why It Races
It beats so fast sitting in my chair like tomorrow has already come and I'm a week behind. It trembles under my skin like dragon beards candy slowly being torn apart and I'm trying to sit still. It compresses so tightly trying to breathe air like my spirit is trying to fall out and I'm barely keeping it inside. Yet I couldn't tell you why it races. My heart, My muscles, my throat. All I know is that no matter what, that finish line, is nowhere to be seen.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
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