the balls of sweat are slowly dripping down my face as i pump my fists in the air harder than the last my legs burn with weary and pain but i let them rest not my chest heaves in and out while i pant a runners song my breath just short of a heartattack im afraid that if i stop i just might fall one day i may never really have the chance to finish first so while my weary body slowly fades i savor my endurance just a little bit longer until i cross that line and make it through my lifeBirth sign: Virgo
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