Running gives one the beauty and the illusion of escapism.

When the wind brushes past your face and through the hair, the cooling feeling takes over and the heart races to keep up with your momentum. Everything rushes past you and everything is a blur.

You wish you never stop. You wish you never stop.

But i did.

I can't run forever. The road will end. My muscles will cramp. My shoes will give way.

I will be tired and exhausted.

I will want to run but my legs carry me no more.

I will want to breathe but i cannot stop panting.

I want to run some more.

But reality prevents me from running away.

I can't run forever

I must stop.

I have to stop.

And i have.



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