Day 18

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I'm dying. Literally.

I went for a run for the first time in a long while, I think I dragged Mallory on one once. 

I went alone today. We always joked about you moving close to me. I didn't mean it like this. I was tempted to stop, but I just ran past. 

I was going to visit tonight, but I think I am waiting for Friday  night. It can be our new thing...until college.

Okay, back to me dying. I pushed myself hard just like you pushed me back then. 

It was nice, I sung my songs and my mind cleared. Feeling the pavement under my feet, of course not directly since I had shoes on. 

I kept looking over my shoulder expecting to see you dying next to me. You always hated how I lived outside of town so we had to run in and back out. 

Now you're forever down the road from my house. 

-Tired


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