the blinking of my eyes
rings its staccato rhythm
down the halls of
this neverlasting everland.
this experience
smacks of yesteryear
and rings true just as the
rubber soles are abused
by the pavement.
running to
or running from.
either way-its running.
pacing isn't worthwhile
balls out or it
its nobody's fault but mine
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running sucks- you love it, you hate it. but no matter what, it's pretty lonely. and you end up just hating yourself.
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