February 27, 2010
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The distance starts gathering
behind me.
My legs hit the pavement as the beats hit my heart.
My breath runs out, but in my mind I am singing.
Time moves so slowly sometimes, it's nice to move


It's like I control the seconds every time I turn a corner.
I am running away,
Running towards,
Just running.
Success is up to me.

And I will achieve.

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