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the problem with being a runner,
is that when the finish line disappears,
i don't know when to stop running.

i'm afraid i will run until my legs collapse,
my shins shivering in agony,
like a child with snow down their jacket.

my lungs ache
and i want to stop running this race,
this terrible race against time,
but i can't find my finish line.

i fear i will run until there is no one left,
and i will end up miles from home,
but at least then i can start over.

if i start over,
maybe i can stop running

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