The searing pain in the legs, it is almost unbearable except, of course, I am liking it just a bit.
My knees are aching, the palpitations are nothing but making me aware of my liveliness; I am still alive.
Though tired, I feel fresh. I feel like running in some vast meadow or explore some undiscovered terrain. This time it is not just some cranny of my mind that I want to visit, rather it is the world outside that seem to call for me.
This unique freshness is desirable.
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I wanted to make a tag book so here it is...
De TodoA random thingy book even I want to know why I made this... tell me if you know why do people make tag books... *boomer phase on*