some call it obsessive compulsive disorder, we call is cross-country

March 25, 2011
Eache drop of sweat slides down your back.
The roof of your mouth is screaming for just one
trickle of water.
Your distressed feet ache
You want to stop.
You pray for a broken leg.
You feel last night's dinner rising up throw your throat.
Finally, you pass the required territory. You lost.
And yet, for some obscure reason you come back again





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