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walking

my brain wont shut up,

it keeps telling my body to walk.

one foot in front of the other,

i dont stop until i drop.

why are you laying down?

do you really want people to stare?

don't ask why you should care,

just get up before its too late,

and your body starts to flake.

if you miss one day,

everyone will accuse you of being a fake.

i'll lie and say i'm fine,

that its not an addiction i swear.

(its just bulimia this time)

i walked until i almost died,

in the hospital with needles in my veins.

coughing my lungs and i'll go into overdrive.

pneumonia wont stop me,

i'll go harder and teach my body not to whine.

i dont care if im tired,

because every day counts.

every hour,

every minute,

of every second.

it counts,

every bit counts.

its so strange,

how many 15 year olds are addicted to walking?

well,

me im afraid.

i love bragging,

the shocked face and horrified stares is all i want and more.

its not as easy as "just sit down",

because every second i do,

i know what i should be doing,

and honestly sometimes it makes me blue.

most of the time i'll say i hate walking,

i hate it so fucking much,

but if you ask me,

i'd rather do it then eat lunch.

well honestly, i rather do anything but eat lunch but that's besides the point.

i rather walk then breathe,

and i can genuinely say that because i was so sick for two whole weeks.

i couldnt walk and i hated it,

yet it was so fucking great.

but now im in debt,

i genuinely owe so fucking much.

im down 647,053 steps just in august,

but i'm so tired, i swear.

i'm just being greedy,

i should stand up and walk before i run behind even more.