We’re running out of time. Running out of time to be what we mind have been. Running out of time, we’re running to keep up, to catch up. I don’t want this to be the end. But I think we might be too late.

We’re on a roller coaster. Wind is blowing, my hair is flying everywhere. I have to close my eyes. I’m blind. I’m terrified, but it’s exhilarating.

We’re running. But my legs are tired. I’m out of air, my lungs hurt, my side hurts. I need to stop soon. Please, stop with me. Please, help me to keep going. Please, don’t let it be the end. Please.

We’re running out of time.

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