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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.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Running
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.
zalea
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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