I sit here again,
being reminded again,
that I am weak.
Not mentally,
mentally,
I can take a lot,
but emotionally,
and especially physically.
I want to be strong,
I want to be resilient,
I don't want to nearly pass out,
I don't want to feel dizzy,
I don't want to feel nauseous,
just from running.
I feel pathetic and weak,
but at least I tried,
not good enough,
but I didn't turn my back to the challenge.
It's an improvement,
but guilt is still eating away at me.
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