My shirt sticks to my back
While the sweat rolls down my forehead
My feet are getting weary and my heart is beating twice as fast inside my sore head
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Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
walking in the sun is not super great, especially if it's more than 6 hours
My shirt sticks to my back
While the sweat rolls down my forehead
My feet are getting weary and my heart is beating twice as fast inside my sore head