It reminds me of my mile run for a little boy that's really sick.
It was hard.
I was determined to help this boy.
It was hard.
I fell and got up, adrenaline pushing me through.
It was hard.
My mouth was parched and the run going on forever.
It was hard.
My last burst of speed feeling super.
It was worth it.
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The Poems Of Life
PoetryLife is good Life is rewarding Life is hard Life dosen't easily give Life is bad Life brings hurt But we live it We thrive in it Life is new breaths Life is your story Copywright: Little_Miss_Fandom_, Katie
