The breath gets kicked out of me,
I no longer have access to my lungs,
My thighs burn,
But I keep pushing,
Pushing out the thoughts,
Memories,
Running away from my past,
Wich cannot be won by me.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
The breath gets kicked out of me,
I no longer have access to my lungs,
My thighs burn,
But I keep pushing,
Pushing out the thoughts,
Memories,
Running away from my past,
Wich cannot be won by me.
